From silvia.casale@ukonline.co.uk Fri Oct 10 22:55:13 1997 Date: Sun, 28 Sep 1997 12:29:10 -0500 (CDT) From: Silvia Casale Reply-To: seaQuest-ff@escapenet.org To: seaquest-ff@escapenet.org Subject: (sQ-ff) Prologue to Brainlock Resent-Date: Sun, 28 Sep 1997 12:29:20 -0500 (CDT) Resent-From: seaQuest-ff-request@escapenet.org OK, I'm going to put out something every short. I was just watching 'Brainlock' which has always confused me because I thought Freeman and Bourne must be working together- I know, it's pretty dumb, so I wrote this to clarify it for myself. I'm not sure if anyone will be interested, but anyway and it's very short. hope you all like it/ don't mind it/ find it useful/ whatever. I wrote it in about 15 mins, so it's hardly meant as a great work of... anything. Oh, and don't get confused. This is nothing to do with Sabrina's 'Just Revenge'. We're just at the same address. Thanks! Hope everyone has a nice weekend. Lx Copyright E.Casale 1997 Prologue to Brainlock/ Epilogue to Destination Terminal " Thank you Sally." Deon nodded to his aide ,as he walked out of the office and down the corridors. He smiled slightl,y as he walked through the colonnade, in the courtyard of his building, where there was a square of garden and bright exotic plants. The Omni Pacific would be called a failure, despite the fact that it was known to be sabotage: the backers would lose interest and his planes would be safe. And in the end, the UEO had been able to do nothing. Well, Hudson had taken care of that. He smiled unpleasantly to himself, thinking how trapped he must of been, but also how stupid. Larry Deon would not use brawn to overcome his problems, and he would always get out of them, practically unscathed. He paused, squinting at the sun. It was good to be so smart, so rich, so powerful and so good at figuring out how to get what he wanted. " Mr Deon!" He spun round, hearing the quiet but penetrating tones. " Freeman, what the hell are you doing here?! Do you know what...?" " My stock options, Mr Deon, my bonus. Once I have those, I will be on my way. You need not worry about being seen with me. No will see me, I assure you." Deon gave him a mocking smile. " You expect a bonus after the screw up you made of things? Forget it, Freeman. You're just lucky I don't hand you over to the UEO." On his watch he activated his security alert button. " I want my money. I want what you owe me for this," Freeman said, icily, walking towards him, from where he had been standing, leaning against a stone pillar. " I don't owe you anything. You didn't discredit the design, you made me look bad, potentially put me at risk, if Hudson wasn't such an anal idiot. You failed to do what you promised: make it look like a natural disaster, destroy the train. I don't owe you a thing. You did nothing for me today. What you did do, was a pitiful attempt at executing my orders." " I'm warning you..." Freeman walked closer, his eyes hard, his gait still relax, but stealthy as it always was. " I don't think so, Mr Freeman," Deon replied as the security guards ran up, pointing their weapons at Freeman's head. " I don't think the company will be requiring your services anymore," he spat at him and walked back the way he had come. He smoothed his suit and tie as he walked. He had been almost nervous for a while, there. The guards pushed Freeman forward with their weapons, herding him towards the gates and pushing him through, locking them after him, taking his ID pass and then walking away, laughing to each other. " As they say, Larry Deon, 'This isn't over.' Not by a long way." He flagged down a taxi, gave the driver the destination and sat back. He would give it some time and then his revenge would be more all the more effective for Deon thinking he had got away with it. No rich, stuck up, weakling was going to cheat him of his fee. This would be a pleasure, not work, and so, for once, he wouldn't need to get money for what he would do to Deon. If Deon was as smart as he thought he was, he would know better than to be dismissive and mocking to Mason Freeman. No one laughed at him. No one treated his threats and abilities as idle. No one who lived. He thought with pleasure how he would kill him. Well, he would have plenty of time to consider the pros and cons of each method, while he waited for a good time to strike. Copyright E.Casale 1997 ---------------------------------------- seaQuest-ff-request@stgenesis.org Subject: unsubscribe