[ SOLANUM ] Zed
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				Title: <strong>[ SOLANUM ] Zed</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>02-01-2007, 15:47:51</strong>
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				Tuesday 4th September. The first day of a new school term.<br>The morning is bright and sunny with a slight chill in the air.
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				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>02-01-2007, 16:41:50</strong>
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				As usual, Zed woke at dawn, a habit she'd got into almost as soon as she'd left home.<br>She pulled her boots on, how long had it been now........good grief.....almost eight years!<br><br>Chuckling to herself, she mused at how old she was getting, almost over the hill now, she'd be twenty one next birthday, wasn't that when life ended?<br>It wasn't cold yet, so Zed'd had the luxury of a room to herself for the night. She'd been coming to this hostel for the winter months for four years now and knew to stake her place early in the season, soon everyone would be looking for somewhere warm to sleep Autumn and winter seemed to come quickly these days.<br>She tidied her bed as the Nuns of St. Catherine asked their 'guests' to do and hitched her bag over her shoulder.<br>After a quick visit to the bathroom, Zed headed down to the kitchen to see what Sister Bethanie had on for breakfast......<br>&nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>02-01-2007, 16:49:03</strong>
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				Sister Bethanie was busy mixing Porridge, the radio was playing quitely in the back ground and the nun was jigging along to the music when Zed entered the kitchen, a jolly middle aged woman Bethanie was always happy except when drugs were found in the Hostel.<br>Looking up from the pot she stared at Zed over the rim of her glasses " Good morning Zed....now what have I said about coming into the kitchen before breakfast is ready? now go and feed your friend while I finish this off" she bent her head back down to the pot......"If you look in the fridge you might find some steak that the butcher droped off last week......it's a bit shiny but I'm sure your friend wont mind"
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				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>02-01-2007, 17:15:15</strong>
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				"Steak?"<br>Zed grinned at the Nun, ignoring her chastisement, after all it was becoming a morning ritual.<br>She was usually the first of the Nun's guests up, after all she liked to be at the Big Issue office and on her pitch before the office workers were heading to work, catch them half asleep, they were more open with their wallets then.....<br><br>"You do realise that you spoil that dog don't you?"<br>But she already had the pack of beef and steak scraps out and was sniffing it.<br>"Shouldn't spoil him, he'll want to come back."<br><br>The dog was already waiting at the back door to the small yard where he slept while Zed stayed at the hostel, wagging his tail and yipping as soon as he heard voices.<br>He'd been with her for almost three years now, but he had remained unnamed, she simply referred to him as Dog, it was almost as though he would leave if she gave him a name....<br>
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				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>02-01-2007, 17:23:00</strong>
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				Sister Bethanie smiled to her self; Zed was one of her favourite guests always polite and eager to help if it was needed.<br>&nbsp;Putting the ladle back in the pot she checked to see if Zed had left the room before wandering over to the drawer next to the sink. Opening it up she pulled out a bottle of brandy, took a small swig of the alcohol, offered up a prayer them returned the bottle before going back to the porridge and turned the radio up loud in order to wake up the other guests just as the news came on.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>02-01-2007, 17:37:17</strong>
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				Dog greeted her as though he hadn't seen her for at least six years, never mind six hours.<br>He was a big dog, a mongrel that she'd found one day dumped near one of her regular skips. Had she known how big he would grow, she may not have encouraged him to come with her, but he had been one hell of a cute pup.<br><br>Zed was almost six foot tall, but he came to her upper thigh at the shoulder. She had an inkling that there was some kind of german shepherd in the mix and possibly irish wolf hound, given the shape of his head and short wiry hair, not that she cared, he was like her, he just was.......<br><br>He wolfed down the meat and looked at her in the hope that there was more as she turned back to the door.<br>"Sorry dog, I'll find that dustbin of a gut of yours something else later OK?.......Give me half an hour to eat my breakfast and we'll be off ok?"<br><br>As she opened the door, she caught the end of the news.....<br><br><em>...........major rabies out break in Asia, it has said that it can not find any evidence of the disease in the area. Although it has said that any tourists who wish to return home should contact the relevant organisations for any advice.<br><br>And now back to the Music.....This is the Jim Carrol Band with "The People Who Died"</em><br><br>...........Zed glanced back at Dog as she closed the door, then turned back to Sister Bethanie.<br><br>"Did I hear right there? <em>RABIES?.........</em>"<br>
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				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>02-01-2007, 22:42:06</strong>
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				"I'm sorry dear, I wasn't really listening" Sister Bethanie apologised. She hardly ever listened to the news as it was mostly bad and not something she liked to dwell on.<br><br>Pulling the bowl she resevered for Zed from the cupboard she filled in with thick porridge and put it on the table, setting a large mug of coffee next to it. "Now eat up and get yourself out from under my feet"
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				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>02-01-2007, 23:28:12</strong>
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				She shrugged and took the bowl from the Sister, her porridge was thick enough to cut with a knife. A little heavy for this time of year, but come the really bad weather it would keep the cold out for hours.<br><br>Breakfast eaten and dishes washed, her contribution towards the upkeep of the hostel, tonight she'd do some more housework to make up for only having to wash hers and the staff's breakfast things, Zed left by the back door.<br>Dog greeted her again like a long lost friend and with him walking to heal beside her, she made her way through the streets to the Big Issue office.<br><br>Traffic was just beginning to start pushing it's way through the streets, the early nose of the rush hour rat that would have the roads jammed by the time she got out with her magazines and onto her street corner.<br>She enjoyed this time of day, it was like watching the city coming into bloom again, even if it didn't quite smell like a meadow and felt a little spring in her step.<br>Zed enjoyed her summers in the country, doing any sort of work she could grab hold of, sleeping in barns or under hedges, but come the winter.....well it was far better and much warmer here in the city. <br>&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>02-01-2007, 23:36:42</strong>
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				Cars crawl along the raod as the traffic builds up , couriers on Motorcycles and push bikes weave in and out of the traffic up ahead two Police vans edge their way through the traffic with an Armed responce vehicle in tow.<br><br>At the Big Issue office James steps back behind the counter after un locking the doors and starts to stack up the current weeks supplie ready for the expected influx of sellers.
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				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>02-01-2007, 23:53:50</strong>
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				It was a little chilly stood on the door step to the office, but Zed was in good company, a couple of guys who always had time to chat and mull things over with her and one very quiet girl who hovered on the edge of everything.<br>Zed had seen her now and then and always gave her a smile, but unlike the others with her in the queue, she had no idea what her name was or what she was up to.<br><br><br>One of the men offered her a drink of whisky she declined.<br>"Jeez.....you must be joking Matt....I've got a gut full of Sister Bethanie's porridge....."<br>She heard the bolts being drawn on the door and the click of the lock.<br>"And put it away for hell's sake.....y'know the rules.....No drugs...no alchahol....."<br><br>Ramming her hand into her leather jacket pocket, Zed pulled her Vendors badge and her cash out as the last lock was turned and waited for the door to be opened.<br><br><br>Zed was third in the queue, but Dog had other ideas.<br>As soon as the door was open far enough he scooted in and planting his front paws firmly on the counter, he wagged his tail, waiting patiently for James to get back round to the other side and give him his usual digestive biscuit.....<br><br><br><br><br>&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>03-01-2007, 00:00:09</strong>
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				James smiled as "Dog" jumped up to the counter "Sorry Dog, now digestives to day! would you like a fig roll instead?" James knew the reply, it was a game they played most mornings.<br><br>He put a full packet of digestives on the counter just out of dogs reach and turnd back to the others in to queue "How many today then Mike? the usual?" James asked as he began to count out the magazines keeping one eye on Dog to see what he would do.
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				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>03-01-2007, 00:11:47</strong>
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				Tail wagging Dog extended his nose to within a hairs breath of the biscuits, then turned his head to look at Zed.<br>She gave him a very slite shake of the head and licking his lips he turned back to the packet.<br>His gaze fixed on them as though willing them to roll just a little further down the counter and under his nose, he licked his lips, but kept himself from taking them. <br><br>Zed stood patiently waiting in line, behind the silent girl, Matt just behind her.<br>"Hey Matt..did you catch anything on the news this morning? I'm damned sure I heard something about rabies?"<br>She cast a quick look over her shoulder at Dog, if there was some sort of outbreak, it wouldn't be good news for him.<br>"But I only heard the last few words when I walked in and Sister Bethanie was probably having her morning snifter...."<br>
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				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>03-01-2007, 00:30:28</strong>
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				Taking a biscuit out of the packet James dunks it into his mug of coffee and offers it to Dog before replying, "No sorry Zed, I haven't head the news this morning but if I manage to catch it I'll let you know later OK?"
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				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>03-01-2007, 00:50:05</strong>
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				The dog licks his lips and takes a deap breath, attempting to inhale the offered biscuit, but turns away from it to look at Zed once more. <br>When she gives him a nod, his head whips round and James is quickly and neatly relieved of the biscuit. Morning ritual over, Dog pushes himself off the counter and ambles back over to her, sitting by her side.<br><br>"Yeah thanks.....I'd aprreciate it James.....perhaps I missheard? Matt here says he didn't hear anything either."<br>In an unconcious action, her hand drops to the dog and strokes the huge head. She wouldn't admit it to anyone, but she'd be lost now without the ugly mut beside her.
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				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>03-01-2007, 00:58:56</strong>
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				Matts head&nbsp; appears from behind Zed "Thats right I aint 'eard nothin bout no Rabies"<br><br>Taking another biscuit from the packet he puts in on the counter just in front of Dogs nose "You oing to be at the usal spot then Zed?" he asks as he reaches down below the counter and produces a small bag of dog biscuits.<br>"Here you go Dog, you share these with Zed you hear" he says as he puts the bag on top of the digestive.
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				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>06-01-2007, 14:23:00</strong>
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				Ten minutes later and Zed is heading for her pitch, Dog, bag of biscuits gripped firmly in his teeth following beside her.<br>The day was promissing to be a reasonably bright one, but the people seemed 'heavy' to her as they went about their business.<br>She shrugged the feeling away, she had only just come back into the city, probably not used to the drudgery of the Monday morning trudge yet.
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				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>08-01-2007, 01:25:55</strong>
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				A body runs past suddenly, passers by make way quickly as the dirty disheveled character shoots past them. Police office are not far behind and the streets occupants quickly make way for these as they are very obviously armed.<br><br>"GET OUT OF THE WAT!! DON'T GET IN HIS WAY!!!!" they order at the top of their voice.<br><br>Stoping in front of Zed and gasping for breath, "<span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">help me</span>" the figure whispers. From this distance Zed can tell that she is female&nbsp; and bleeding from more than one wound.
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				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>08-01-2007, 01:52:37</strong>
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				"What the.....?"<br>Zed glanced at Dog then back to the woman and past her to the Police obviously chasing her.<br>Dog was more intent on watching the Police, his teeth baring slightly, a low growl in his throat, he saw no danger in this woman, but he was concerned about those two.<br><br>She made an instinctive and instant decision and grabbed hold of the woman's arm, just as Dog makes a decision of his own and hurls himself back up the pathway towards the two armed men. <br>"Come on...lets get the hell out of here...."<br><br>And with Dog running interfearance, barking and snarling at the men, running between them and shouldering them before snapping at thier heals, Zed drags the woman behind a skip and up an alley leading to the back of a row of shops.<br>&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>08-01-2007, 02:29:55</strong>
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				"I don't want you to get in any trouble" the girl said with a bit more force as she was dragged down the alley.<br>The police were having trouble getting past dog but one of them had managed to squeeze past as his partner distracted the large canine "STOP" he shouted as he made his way after them
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				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>08-01-2007, 03:04:53</strong>
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				"You should have thought of that before you asked me to help you."<br>Zed let go of the woman's arm as she hauled a large trolley bin away from a wall, revealing a hole big enough for them to crawl through.<br>"And we haven't got time for all that now."<br>She pushed the woman towards it as she glanced back towards the Alley.<br><br><br>It must have been the fact that Dog had German shepherd in him, because he wasn't going to allow the 'flock' to split up.<br>Seeing that one of the men had fooled him, he dropped his head and charged him, bowling him over with his size and wieght. Tearing off after the other, he managed to gain on him just enough to dart in front of him.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>08-01-2007, 03:10:13</strong>
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				The officer pulled up quickly "Whoah Shep....good dog....." he said nervously.<br>His partner got up slowly and holding his hands out slowly made his way to Dog in an attempt to grab hold of his collar "Good dog, nice puppy" he cooed as he adged forward.
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				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>08-01-2007, 03:27:09</strong>
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				Dog stood in front of them wagging his tail, a sly grin on his face.<br>He was enjoying this game and at least they had stopped running around and shouting at Zed's 'friend'.<br>He sat down, his tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth, watching them intently as they moved closer to him, this was his favourite part.....
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				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>08-01-2007, 03:32:52</strong>
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				The officer made a lunge for Dog, as his hands clasped where a collar should be they just gripped fur. "SHIT" he shouted when he relised his mistake.<br><br>Mean while, the girl went through the hole Zed had pushed her into and found herself in the back of an empty shop "Look , I have to get back , one of my freinds is hurt and bleeding pretty badly" She looked scared as she mentioned going back. "She was attacked.....I mean we both were........but she's hurt......."
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				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>08-01-2007, 03:49:39</strong>
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				It was the signal Dog had waited for, as soon as the man lunged for his neck he dropped his shoulders so that his fur couldn't be grabbed, barking as loud as he could to startle his would be trappers.<br>Pushing himself off on powerful back legs he used his full force to push himself past the men and high tailed it, a fast as he could, in the oposite direction Zed had taken. <br>he would run for a while to make sure he had lost them, then he would retrace his steps and look for Zed, if he couldn't find her, he's check the places she knew she went and eventually end up back at the hostel, after all, she always went back there sooner or later.<br><br><br>Zed came through the hole backwards, pulling the trolley bin in tight against the wall as she did so.<br>Even if they did manage to work out where they had gone, Zed knew from experience that it would take a while and she had a chance for a quick breather.<br><br>She dusted off her hands as she sat down, leaning against the wall.<br>"Why don't you tell me what the hell's going on first, then I'll see what I can do to help."<br><br>&nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>09-01-2007, 01:29:40</strong>
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				The police officer watched in bemusement as Dog hurtled away. "Leave him Clive, we have to get the girl remember" the senior officer said to his collegue.<br>"Ok, but I'm going to find that dog one day and put him in the kennels" the second officer replied.<br><br>The officers made their way down the alley slowly seaching for the girls as they went.<br><br>Inside the building the girl started to explin to Zed what had happened "Me and my freind were out in the park, having a quite spliff when this bloke came and attacked us....I think he was drunk or something....."
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				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>09-01-2007, 14:43:32</strong>
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				"Well that doesn't explain why in hell's name you were being chased by the police <em>AND</em> why you are bleeding from bullet wounds"<br><br>Shaking her head Zed looked at the girl, she was as frightened as hell and she didn't look the sort to start spinning the bull, but she was going to have to give her a bit more than that.<br>Pulling out her shirt, she tore a strip off the bottom, yes the girl had been hit, but they obviously hadn't been shooting to kill, of this young woman had been very lucky, lots of pain and lots of blood, but none of her wounds seemed life threatening.<br><br>"Look, I don't want to hang here too long, so lets at least stop the bleeding and get the hell out of here OK?"
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				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>12-01-2007, 02:25:02</strong>
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				"Well, when this bloke attacked us the cops turned up and started shouting.....I guess i panicked and ran...." the girls lips were turning slightly blue as shock took hold.<br><br>As her face started to go pale she tried to carry on " Coz of the drugs ......." then she fainted.
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				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>12-01-2007, 03:32:43</strong>
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				"Oh shit....."<br>Zed pulled her jacket off and wrapped it around the girl, trying the keep her warm, then reached for a bottle of water in her bag.<br>"Come on, don't bloody well pass out on me here......."<br>She twisted off the top and took a drink, then lifted the other's head up and poured a drop into her mouth. She girl swallowed, a good sign, at least she wasn't dead, but Zed now found herself a little stuck.<br><br>She had inteneded to take her to the Nuns, they would have dealt with her quickly and descretely, Zed knew this from past experience, but now it was obvious that this woman wasn't going to get that far.<br>Zed wiped her mouth on the back of her shirt sleeve, there was no way she could deal with this herself, she needed help. <br>A name shot into her head, someone she had met last spring before she'd left for the coast, he was ex army and seemed a cool sort of guy, he worked in a pub place a couple of streets away, drew a good pint of Guinness he did.<br>Zed almost laughed at that thought, she could murder a pint at that moment.<br>She leant over the girl again, tucking her jacket around her as best she could.<br><br>"Look I'm gonna need some help, I'm gonna get someone who might be able to sort you out OK?"&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>13-01-2007, 17:44:53</strong>
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				The girl tried to answer but shock was taking hold pretty quickly, all she could do was nod in the affirmative.<br><br>In the Alley the police officers were slowly making their way down to the end carefully looking for the two women.<br>"We have to find them, you know that don't you" one said to the other.<br>"Of course I do, I'd hate to think what would happen if this got any worse than it is now" his colleague replied.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>13-01-2007, 17:53:08</strong>
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				She gave her another sip of water then left the woman, slipping out of the dissused shop by the loose board on the opposite side the where they had entered.<br>Zed dusted herself down, then checking that there was no-one watching slipped away and into the street, joining the others bustling along minding their own business.<br>She paused on the corner to get her barings then scooted over the road through the slow moving traffic and towards the pub where Dan worked.<br><br><em>"Hell, I hope he is still the barman there or I'm really buggered....."</em><br><br><br>------------&gt; The Lucky Clover (Michael O'Malley)
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				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>13-01-2007, 18:21:39</strong>
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				The officers reached the end of the alley and after seaching for while found the hole that Zed and the girl had use earlier.
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				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>14-01-2007, 03:47:13</strong>
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				The two officers found the hole and with a nod to each other switched their Surefire on, the bright beams of light cut through the gloom with ease. As they entered the abandoned shop each of them went into a sweep and clean movement and checked each room as they went.<br>When they found the girl she was quite and obvioulsy ill. They didn't know if it was shock or somthing worse. "What do you think?" the junior officer asked.<br><br>His answer came in the hsape of two 9mm rounds thundering into the girls skull.<br>The senior officer pressed the talk button on his radio "Echo Alpha, target cleaned" he sighed before continuing " secondary witness not found, I think she might be back"<br><br>The voice on the other end replied "Understood Echo Alpha, stay put and clean up when she returns, base out".<br><br>The officers scanned the area and found places to wait for Zeds return.
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				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>14-01-2007, 04:00:33</strong>
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				-----------&gt; The Lucky Clover (Michael O'Malley)<br><br>Zed lead him to the street with the deserted shop, she took a good look around before crossing the road and standing outside the shop front.<br>There wasn't anything unusual happening, she guessed that if they had found her hiding place there would be at least a police car or an ambulance around and apart from the cars on the road and odd pedestrian, all was clear.<br><br>She turned to Michael, he was a well built man, it would be a tight squeeze for him the get into the shop.<br>"Should I go in and get her?"<br>She flipped the board up to show how she got in and out.<br>"It's be a bit of a tight squeeze for you...."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Zed</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insaneiac The Maniac</strong> on <strong>14-01-2007, 05:11:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				------&gt; From the: Lucky Clover (Michael O'Malley's thread)<br><br>Michael glanced down at the hole and frowned at it. There was no bleeding way he was going to fit through that hole. Glancing up and down the street, Michael nodded at Zed. Still, she had gone for help in the first place to get this woman to help, so it may be that the hole could backfire in the long run. Glancing and scanning the street again, Michael sighed out in mild agitation<br><br>"Just in case..." Michael spoke, scratching his chin. "...is there another way in. A door or something? Incase yah cannot get her through the hole again?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Zed</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>14-01-2007, 11:39:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Zed nods.<br>"Yes one of the pannels on the door has been fixed on the inside so that it pulls off and the door can be unbolted, I'll nip in and sort it for you......well us....."<br><br>Another quick check of the street told her that all was clear and she scooted in through the gap.<br>It was dark inside Zed stood up and took a few moments to get used to the light before moving to the door......
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Zed</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>14-01-2007, 14:39:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The officers had been sitting in the dark for a while now, their pupils dilated fully. Their attention was draw to the gap as soon as Zed started to crawl through, giving her enough time to get inside and move from a possible escape route before acting. <br><br>The senior officer stood up quickly, aiming his weapon at the young woman he called out "Police officers, stand still"<br>His younger companion moved from the position he had been waiting in and drew his weapon, the excitement of the last few hours got the better of his and he squeezed the trigger of the Glock. With a loud report the 9mm round sped towards its target, before hitting the edge of a brick pillar near her head and ricocheting off.<br><br>The senior officer collapsed before he knew what had happened, the crimson pool spreading from his throat told the story...<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Zed</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>14-01-2007, 15:00:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Zed froze, half turned to the door, she turned cold, beads of sweat on her forhead.<br>She didn't see the other Policeman, but she heard him then the shot.<br>Something sharp hit her on the back of the neck, then she heard the thump of a body hit the floor.<br>It all happened in an instant, the loud noise, the pain, the smell of a gun shot, her body took over from her numbed mind and she dived forwards and into the small gap she had come through.<br>The rough board tore at her clothing, a sharp nail caught her shoulder and gouged a chunk of skin and fabric with it as she forced her way through.<br>Clawing and kicking back onto the street, almost on her feet and running, before she had got out, she worked on blind panic.<br>She had to get away and fast.......<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Zed</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>14-01-2007, 15:15:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"shit" the young officer said quietly as he realised what had happened, he had been sure his aim was true but obviously the adrenalin had mucked up his target acquisition.<br>He saw Zed move as he adjusted his aim. Before he could react she was almost out of the hole, in desperation of not letting her get away he aimed for her calf and squeezed the trigger. The bullet hitting the ground where her leg had been mere seconds before.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Zed</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insaneiac The Maniac</strong> on <strong>14-01-2007, 20:48:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>'Gunfire!? OH YOU MOTHER FUCKERS!'</em> Michael's mind lit aflame as he heard the tell-a-tale sound of fire opening, and bent his head towards the hole as quickly as he had ever done so before. <br><br>"LASS!" Michael called, his voice offset by the sudden atmosphere change. Gunfire meant any number of different things, and none of them were ever good. "IF YOU'RE STILL ALIVE, I BEST SUGGEST YOU MAKE HASTE!" He yelled, not paying mind to the possible assailants within the shop. Glancing around quickly, Michael spied a rather nice metal pipe and grabbed it. It wasn't the best type of tool for the job, but it would serve the purpose. "Come on lass, I don't know about you, but I'm not keen on fighting gunman today." By now, his Irish accent had returned and grown thick, as it usually did when the situation got as hairy as this or when he was just plain pissed off. Both applied to the current situation.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Zed</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>15-01-2007, 05:48:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Realising that he had missed again the officer moved quickly, he imediately got on the radio "Officer down, abandoned shop end of Diana alley" as he talked he checked his weapon and loaded in a fresh magazine. "<em>better have a ful clip than run out</em>" he thought to him self.<br><br>As he made his way to the hole he and his companion had come through he failed to notice that his fallen companions fingers has started to move slowly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Zed</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>15-01-2007, 11:05:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Zed almost head butted Michael in the stomach as she shot out of the small gap.<br>She grabbed his arm and took in a huge hoop of air, managing to calm herself down enough to speak.<br>"Cops.....guns....one shot me......I think....and the other cop....."<br><br><br>People were beginning to stop a stare at the pair, the gunshot was enough to stop them, but then the two of them stood shouting at each other only added to the spectacle. She glanced around and saw them, grabbing his arm tighter as she began to pull him back down the street.<br>"Lets get the hell out of here...."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Zed</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insaneiac The Maniac</strong> on <strong>15-01-2007, 17:30:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael nodded once before he let a slight snarl fix to his lips. <em>'The gunmen were the cops!? Blarney, with my luck it just figures.'</em> Michael's mind growled, thumping about in rage before he shook it firmly and retained control of his thought process. Not bothering to check the people that were gathering to his rear, Michael nodded again at the girl holding his arm.<br><br>"Aye, you haven't need to tell me that again. The Clover's closest, so let’s head there." Michael replied, eying the hole warily. If she could fit through there, what made him think that an officer couldn’t? A slight sense of panic began to twirl in his mind. "Whatever the case, let's go, now!" With that out of the way, he grasped Zed's arm back and began to take off down the street along with Zed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Zed</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>15-01-2007, 18:01:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She didn't wait for him to even finish what he was saying before starting to run, but stumbled and had to regain her footing, her right calf hurt, she must have hurt it scrambling out of the gap.<br><br>She remembered yelping, then her mind ignored the pain and her muscles were working again, pushing her forward and out of harms way.<br><br>All at once, both pushing and pulling each other, over the road and back along the street, they turned the corner and headed back towards the bar.<br><br>&nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Zed</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>16-01-2007, 01:24:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The young officer managed to look out side in time to see the pair run down the alley and around the corner. He knew he had no chance of catching them "Echo Bravo, witness escaped, repeat witness escaped. Last seen heading east with IC1 male"<br><br>Ducking back inside he went over to the body of his partner just intime to see the senior officers hand move again "Thank god" he said to himself as he got back on the radio "Echo bravo, wheres the ambulance we have an officer seriously wounded"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Zed</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>16-01-2007, 02:17:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				They were soon around the corner and out of sight of the officer and well on their way to Michael's pub.<br>Zed's head was throbbing with pain and her calf muscle burned everytime she forced it to continue to work, her lungs burning through lack of oxygen as they continued to run.....<br><br><br>---------------&gt; To the Lucky Clover (Michael O'Malley's thread)<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Zed</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insaneiac The Maniac</strong> on <strong>16-01-2007, 07:52:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just a wee bit farther last, then we'll make some plans as to how to get out of this mess." Michael spoke in an act of convincing, wondering inwardly who he was convincing. Gunfire, cops, and girls used as target practice. Glancing up at the sky for a brief moment, Michael glared at the blue sky above him.<br><br>"Some day you turned out to be." Michael cursed at the air before he began trying to figure out just how the hell he was going to make everything meet in the end. If there is a God, hopefully these cops would never have seen him, and they could get to the Bar and just hide inside. Something told him that there was no way in hell that such a thing would ever happen for him. Of course, the tangible planning and hiding and whatever else may follow would all come to a head at the Clover.<br><br>------&gt; Continued at: The Lucky Clover (Michael O'Malley's thread)
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