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Paranoia

Post by DoS Archive » Wed Nov 17, 2004 7:24 pm

From: countlasbombas@aol.com (Count Las Bombas)
Date: 10 Feb 2002 01:46:50 EST



He collected the money and headed up the steps, and quickly out the door. He dropped his cloak as he got outside, and knocked his hat off. They would only slow his getaway down. He looked around, making sure none could see him, and darted away into the night, the money tucked safely away in his pant's pocket.

It seemed he was safe, but his thoughts kept wondering back to Nova. The man was clearly bigger than he was, and it seemed he would be sure to track him down. He went over the money once more, just to make sure it was safe, and started toward the open road. He walked along for about a half an hour, making no stops, and slackened his pace; not thinking that Nova would have even left the Arena yet.

His plan had worked. He had his money, but he was second-guessing whether or not this was so good an idea. He had cheated so many before, but for the first time he actually feared meeting up with the Baron. This paranoia was new to him. He wasn't even sure if the Baron would recognize him without the fancy clothes. He had only seen him once, and had a bag over his head at that.

He pulled out a short pistol, eyes glazed over with fear, and continued along the path. He reached deep into his pocket that didn't have the money in it, and pulled out three silver badges, counterfeit of course, and pinned them to his chest. They read: Rhy'Din Military, and he gave him as high a rank as he could get his hands on. He had never shot a pistol, but decided that it gave more life to the vague costume. He might need to use it, anyway.


He walked for about another half an hour; the walk turned more into a march. The wind blew, and the trees russtled loudly. The frightened man jumped back, aiming the pistol into the sky and firing a quick shot. His mind was playing games on him. He marched further on, eyes glued past the side of the road and into the overbearing trees. He put the pistol back into his pocket, deciding that he was in no need of it when his eyes fell upon a dark
shadow ahead of him. He choked on the word in fear, "B-B-Baron?"

His hand reached for his pocket, fumbling around for the pistol, eyes not daring to look up from the dark shadow.
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