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The Line of Resistance, part 5
Dear Sir
The information attached below, from one of our probe teams indicates a possible event around 15:00 involving the war and university interaction. I include evidence of Believer purges, so as to convince you further.
Sincerely
Commissioner Pravin Lal
ps. Sorry for the delay in transmittion, we recieved these only a few hours ago.
Edit Script, date 17th 0900
STATE BROADCAST HOUSE.
REFERENCE C:13
17th Time 15:00-17:00
Set broadcast: Panorama, today in the Duma
New broadcast: Bibilical Tales -17 (Moses) (as with Saturday).
New Time 15:00-16:30
16:30-17:00 LEAVE BLANK PENDING GOVERNMENT TRANSMISSION
password: ******
Endscript
STATE POLICE WARRANT
Arrest for Mr Paul Mellville- 23308 Journalist
Arrest for Ms Rigel Elizabeth 123777 Journalist -Panorama
Families of aforementioned are to be taken into custody.
Wanted alive.
Signed
Harold Wilson. Chief of Police
Miriam Godwinson. Sister of the Believers
APPROVAL FOR DEATH ORDER
ref:23308, 123777
Reason
Subjects refused to tell us location of tapes. Subject 23308 refused to tell us name of Governmental informer.
Permission
Gillian Franz
Password: *****
Suggested Method: Hanging.
TREASURY, MASS CREDIT TRANSFER
from
treasury@nwjerusalem.co.bl
to
treasury@spartacomm.co.sp
encript 777-594
Total - 2864 Energy Credits.
signed
Gillian Fraz
Philby examined the broadcast. The exact details of the report burned into his retina. His lens computer was already giving a critical analysis of the information. However that would take time.
The maglev train juddered as it moved into the control complex. Philby thought that was a bit ominous, a shaky hovertrain....
'Welcome to University Base, please have your identification ready'
The security test was brief, just a retina, and a biochip identifier. The complex itself was sparse and light. Shining metal, and minimal security. The recent democratic reforms had severely reduced the armed forces, 'all the more for research!', he pondered.
The car sped out of the station, just as the gates of the permeter defence locked shut. He stroked the patch of skin on his arm, where the chip was embedded.
His Computer flickered and bleeped at him, he had several important assignments to do today.
Meeting with Chairman Yangs Hologram. 17:00pst
Night Conference with the UN 18:00-2:00
The computer reeled off the statistics. His eye wanted to spit out the little vermin, a reaction caused by exhaustion he was told. The clock in the corner of his eye told him the time was 16:30 PST exactly.
The local time was only about midday. Philby craned his neck, looking for anybody walking around in the outskirts of town. A few people were congregating around the statue to the Human Genome Project. People were still laying flowers, in memory of Prof Hollis, the co-ordinator of the Genome project. He had died last week in a rover crash.
A red lance shot up past the top of the train, crawling to a stop between the twin peaks of the University Parliament.
Then it detonated. Vivid light burst forth from the epicenter. He felt searing heat on his skin, a brief agony as the air around shimmered.
Philby put his hand in front of his eyes, to his surprise, he could see the bones in his hand.
The power on the train failed, as the internal lighting went out.
The skin on his hands was falling off. He had been burnt badly. The light from the window was receding, but it was still too bright to look at.
A deep rumbling eminated from the ground. He could feel air pushing at him, outside air!
The train collapsed forward and smashed into the tracks, cracking the floor. His world was spinning like a whirlpool, several parts of buildings and people impacted into the wreck of the train. The shockwave hit the train with unprecidented ferocity, the carriages rippled and twisted. Philby looked up, a girder was coming loose.....
Then blackness.
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