(BGC) Final
Victory
by
David L. Lindquist
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DISCLAIMER: All BGC
characters and settings are the property of
AIC. They are used
without permission.
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FORWARD: This story
started as an idea I got while writing N&D,
Sylia's Choice pt. 2. It
wouldn't leave me alone so I wrote it.
C&C is, as always,
needed desperately. If someone wants to do a
MST on it I wouldn't
mind at all. (HINT, HINT, HINT.) :) Thanks
to David Johnston and
Craig for the C&C and Jusenkyo Guide for the MST!!!!.
Feedback - fido@rma.edu
Thanks and enjoy!!
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*The waiting is always the worst,* I thought, absently
skimming the latest district pacification reports. *but it should be over
soon.* I continue reading the reports, satisfied with the progress at which the
people are coming to accept GENOM’s rule. *No,* smiling as I corrected myself,
*accepting MY rule.* The light knocking on the door momentarily disrupts my
revelry then I realize the identity of the caller.
“Enter Mr. Koshe,” I
command, letting my voice express a slight note of irritation I didn't truly
feel. I watched the door slowly open and my aide walked in. He carried a slip
of paper in his hand as he strode to the front of my desk, gave a quick bow,
then placed the paper on my desk.
“Chairman Quincy,” he
said, his voice emotionless, “We just received word from the battlefield. The
last remaining army units surrendered an hour ago.” His face broke into a large
smile. “We won, sir.”
I take his words in
slowly, savoring each one as he speaks it. *We won.. I have finally won,* my
thoughts just barely able to contain the satisfaction I felt over achieving my
most important goal.
“Excellent,” I replied,
not able to suppress a smile, “send my personal congratulations to Commander
Benoit and release the new reports to our press.”
It then occurs to me
that now would be the time to take care of some unfinished business.
“Also bring me prisoner
#5628 and prepare a clean-up crew,” I added, “
“That is all.”
He bowed then quickly
left to complete his tasks. I open my lower desk drawer and take out the pistol
I keep there. It still smells of burnt gunpowder. I pull the clip out to check
the ammo. One shell left, just as it should be. I replace the clip, put a
bullet in the chamber, then set the pistol on my desk. I hope I don’t have to
wait long. A few minutes later, I hear the knocking that foretells the arrival
of my ‘guest’. I say nothing as the door opens and the two C-55 boomers carry
in the prisoner. The restraints force her into a kneeling position. Her gray
prison uniform filthy and unkempt. She puts up little resistance to them until
she sees me, then she starts to struggle with every ounce of strength she can
bring forth against her bonds. No doubt trying to get lose so she can extract
revenge for what I did to her teammates and family almost two years ago. As I
walk around my desk, the boomers set her down on the floor, placing a hand on
each of her shoulders to prevent her from tipping over. She glares at me. Her
brown eyes showing an almost tangible rage. I lean back on my desk and
smile.
“How are you today Ms.
Stingray?” I ask pleasantly. “I hope your accommodations aren’t too
uncomfortable.”
“Go to hell!” Her angry
response didn’t surprise me.
“You know, your Knight
Sabers never presented a threat to me or GENOM,” I say, ignoring her
outburst. “As a matter of fact, I
would say that the Knight Sabers served me very well.”
“What!?!” she exclaims,
confusion and anger showing on her face.
“I thought you would
have figured it out by now,” I state it like a parent to a child then I give an
exaggerated sigh. “All right, I’ll explain it to you.”
“The Knight Sabers
killed Mason and Yuri,” I declare. “Both potential threats to mine and GENOM’s
well being. You also defeated Largo twice, destroying, perhaps GENOM’s greatest
enemy,” my smile widens slightly as I see the comprehension form in her eyes.
“I can assure you it was
pure coincidence,” She replies with a voice cold as ice.
“True, but because of it
I would of left you alone,” I then let my smile drop, “but you tried to take my
company from me. That is why I executed the others and kept you alive.....until
now.”
I turn to get the gun
off the table.
“You’re about to receive
a great honor, Sylia Stingray.” I state
as I retrieve the gun from my desk. I notice she’s stopped struggling. Turning
back with the gun in hand, I look at her. Almost her whole being gives the
appearance of acceptance to her fate. I aim the gun so the bullet will hit her
directly between the eyes. To her credit she doesn’t close her eyes but seems
determined to stare right down the gun barrel. Our eyes lock and I remember
when I did this to her teammates and brother. The look on each of their faces
as I squeezed the trigger. Now it’s her turn.
“For the crime of
treason I hereby sentence you to death,” I proclaim, staring directly into her
eyes. “Sentence will be carried out immediately.”
I let my voice rise to
an triumphant shout as I slowly squeeze the trigger. “Let this be the first act
of the NEWLY CROWNED RULER OF THE WORLD!!!!”
“................RULER
OF THE WORLD!!!!”
The unexpected yell
shattered the silence of the hospital corridor, causing the head physician to
drop his electronic clipboard. Sighing, the doctor slowly bent down and
retrieved it. He stood up as a second year resident come out of one of the
rooms.
“What happened Dr.
Yosho?!” he asked, an expression of confusion on his youthful face. “I thought
only coma patients stayed in this area of the hospital.”
“They do Brian,” Dr.
Yosho replied as he checked his clipboard for damage. “Are you finished with
your patient?”
The resident gave a
slight nod affirmative, his confused expression now partially mixed with curiosity.
“Come with me.” They
walked down the corridor. The sound of their shoes clicking against the floor
echoed off the walls. A few moments later the doctors arrived at a door with a
small window three quarters the way up.
“Take a look,” Dr. Yosho
requested. Brian walked over and peered into the window. It looked almost like
any other hospital room. The only difference came in the medical boomer that
sat next to the bed. He watched as she took a kleenex and cleaned some drool
from her patient’s mouth. Except for the blue tinge of the boomer’s skin, he
couldn’t tell her from a regular nurse.
“That’s a new 33-M
medical boomer, isn’t it?” he asked.
“Yes,” Dr. Yosho
replied, “but take a closer look at her patient.”
Brian again gazed into
the room. The patient appeared very elderly. The strangest part concerned his
eyes. Though open, they vacantly gazed at the ceiling. No life at all within
them. As he observed the patient, Brian realized that he knew him from
somewhere but couldn’t place the face.
“He looks familiar,”
Brian said, still staring at the patient.
“Does the name ‘Quincy’
ring any bells?” Dr. Yosho replied, with a slight smile on his face. Brian’s
head spun around, surprised and shocked.
“Not ‘the’ Quincy?” he
replied.
“Yes,” Dr. Yosho
responded back. “Mr. Quincy, former CEO of the GENOM Corporation. He
occasionally yells something out from time to time. Did you ever hear how they
found him?”
“No, I haven’t.” he said
turning around to face the older doctor.
“His aide went to tell
him the outcome of the vote to accept the takeover bid. He knocked on the
office door and didn’t get any response. When he opened the door, the aide
noticed the outer window broken. He then looked towards the desk. Quincy just
sat in his chair with a letter of the vote results in his hand. Oblivious to
the world.”
“God only knows,” Dr.
Yosho said evenly then he continued with his story. “The new CEO set him up
here. Ms. Stingray even donated the boomer to take care of him.”
They walked for a few
minutes more then Dr. Yosho snapped his fingers.
“Almost forgot....Mari
wanted me to ask if you and Linna would like to join us for dinner tomorrow
night?”
“I don’t know,” Brian
replied as they turned the corner. “I’ll have to talk it........”
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