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Welcome to Percotran -Part XII By: Richard Davidson on 12/9/2002; 8:13 PM Thawala couldnt believe hed made it this far into Percotran International. It had taken him years to get his security clearance, after forging records and changing the database to make him a lifelong employee. Cellulex Consolidated had spent trillions upon trillions on their spy program, and Thawala, or Security Guard 117XX as he was known here, was the product of the devoted work of several lifetimes. Cellulex had been going downhill as a major player in the World Market for quite some time, due to Percotran and Bogotrons superior communications, and vast natural resources. While those companies continued to dominate in the manner that had been the fashion for hundreds of years, and had gotten them as big as they were, Cellulex had begun to emphasize Infiltration. If you cant dominate the old fashioned way; through murder and intimidation, then youd damn well better learn to steal. Thawala was a tenth generation Geneticon, which simply meant his bloodline had been tampered with quite a bit over the past few centuries. He was considered the apex of the lines development, and had graduated with honors as the top of his class in Centralized Psychological Combat Training, or Centpsychomtran, as it was called by the insiders. Now the idiots that ran the Southwestern Division Security Control of Percotran International had dispatched him to check out a small glitch in the system. Thawala laughed derisively at the idea of those monkeys in charge of such an important function. Yeah, sure, Thawala thought to himself, sarcastically, Im sure its just a glitch. The implants in his brain were buzzing. Apparently, the Pirates had attacked all three corporations, confirming Thawalas long held opinion that Pirates are morons. Suicidal morons, Thawala glibly amended his thought. Suicidal Pirates or not, something was going on in Sector 2567ANWWN, which was in the old Records Archives, and Thawala was actually curious about his Security Duties for the first time. Hed always found this job contemptuously boring, and his co-workers on the Team insanely unimaginative, and mentally defective. One of the bastards was in his brain right now. Security Guard 117XX, report, barked Security Dispatcher 354LBX into his mind, and for just a second Thawala held a tiny needle-like device to his ear, tempted to obliterate the connection forever. Report? barked Thawala. What the hell do you want me to report, that Im walking down the frickin hallway? No need to take that tone, Security Dispatcher 354LBX said in a more reasonable tone of voice. We just want to make sure all our people are on their toes, and accounted for. Theres been several Pirate attacks, you know. Yes, I know. Do you suppose thats whats going on down in this sector? mocked Thawala. Of course not, snapped Security Dispatcher 354LBX. Back off, chumbrain, or Im snapping this synapse forever, said Thawala, being careful he wasnt broadcasting. The echo of Thawalas metal boots clinking on the floor reverberated through the dimness, as he checked rows of censors hooked directly to his optic nerve. He winced at the thought of all the surgery hed be needing when all this was finally over. Whole sections of his brain were completely destroyed by all this technical garbage, including one of his main telepathy centers, and almost every single cell devoted to levitation. Thawala stopped. He had just taken a left, and was going to head North, when something told him to back up, and go straight. When something talked, Thawala usually listened, since the majority of his training and breeding had emphasized instinct. His awareness had heightened slightly, and he quickened his pace just a little. His pulse rate and breathing had not increased at all, however, and they rarely did, even during an adrenaline rush. Genetic engineering, man. Further down the hallway, he saw a light, and it led him to a stairwell, and a very old section of the company, that didnt even seem to be regulated by the Nebulex 6500M, and had big smelly beetles the size of puppies running about. It was there he found Commander Richter, unconscious. He had several options. Keep the Commander unconscious with a shot of Mythadrine; kill him with the myriad of methods available, ranging from his thumb against the Commanders temple to a flesh-eating virus he had in a small vial in his breast pocket; or simply awaken the old fascist, and see if he could gain his confidence. He decided on the latter, and gave the Commander a shot of Mercusec, which was an antibiotic and stimulant that both healed and gave you a hell of a merry buzz, all at the same time. It was a favorite among the Security Team, and everybody knew why large quantities of it disappeared sometimes. Commander Richter awoke in a very good mood indeed. Well well, dear boy, how are you today? he asked, with a girlish laugh, jumping to his feet. Im fine, sir. What happened here? Thawala was all business, as a Percotran Security Guard should be. Well, Richter stroked an imaginary beard, apparently, a couple of low-level employees have headed for the Command Center, armed with the XP-2,000,000. So it was true! Such a device did exist. Thawala was so excited, his pulse may have quickened just a tiny bit. I think they have the notion that if they use their little machine, they can take advantage of the Pirate attacks, and somehow throw the entire company into chaos. My God! exclaimed Thawala, staying in character all the way. What are we going to do? He looked at Richter for a command. I dont know about you, dear, DEAR boy, Richter smiled, drool almost ready to fall from his lip, but IM going to get a massage, before theyre all taken, and IM going dancing tonight. What sort of devious trick was this? Thawala was enraged that Richter would think him so stupid, but he reminded himself that he was, after all, a Percotran International Security Guard. Sir, shouldnt we go after them? Thawala asked urgently. No! shouted Richter in a voice almost as commanding as his normal one, I forbid it! Theyre good boys, after all, with mothers just like anybody else. Why do you security people always go traipsing around after people all the time? Why cant you just mind your own business? Richter was starting to cry. Thawala suddenly felt nothing but pity for Richter. Sir, if you like, I could kill you right here. No, no, that wont be necessary, sobbed Richter. As I told you, Im going dancing tonight. Thawala really wanted to kill him, or at the very least, get far away from him. Get ahold of yourself, sir, Thawala called over his shoulder, as Richter became very small in the background, you used to be one of the greats. It was true. Even though Richter was the enemy, Thawala had always had plenty of respect for him. He certainly wasnt like the other Security Personnel at this ridiculous company. So the glitch turned out to be two low-lifes with an XP-2,000,000, Thawala smiled to himself. Dont worry, boys. Daddys coming.
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