January 20, 2009
The Lost Transcript, Part 5
Balthazar: I was wondering where my Onslaught has wandered off to.
Dreadnought: Give a break! I’m fishing Eon’s number.
Balthazar: You don’t have to. Bastion did him already.
Dreadnought: You didn’t? And what of Aegis?
Balthazar: She’s safe. Eon took the blow for her.
Dreadnought: I thought we had a deal?!
Balthazar: I thought you’re ditching her for my post?
Dreadnought: Still, you could’ve spared them both.
Balthazar: Trifles. Now where is my blade?
Dreadnought: Wait, something’s up.
Balthazar: What? Stop dilly-dallying.
Dreadnought: My query. It returned something.
Balthazar: So? That is of little concern to me.
Dreadnought: Oh, this you should really be concerned with.
Balthazar: Then spit it out already.
Dreadnought: Eon’s back online. With the same account. Though he keeps getting disconnected and reconnected.
Balthazar: What?! Utter nonsense! No one can escape the killing blades. Except for us.
Dreadnought: Then how can you explain this?
Balthazar: Either Bastion is lying, or he is indeed a hacker to reckon with. I need his IP.
Dreadnought: That’s the thing. Everytime the connection is renewed, a new IP is registered.
Balthazar: Like a mask.
Dreadnought: He is virtually untraceable. What a wildcard indeed. It seems to me that the stakes have risen.
Balthazar: Oh, he will be dealt with no matter what. In the meantime, the show must go on. Now hand me my Onslaught.
Dreadnought: OMG~
Balthazar: What now?
Dreadnought: I’ve extracted the scripts from the blade.
Balthazar: And?
Dreadnought: Something did not make sense. A memory address assigned to a variable that was never used.
Balthazar: I hope you didn’t look at where it was leading to.
Dreadnought: It leads to a pile of carefully hidden scripts. You’re planning to control the monsters?
Balthazar: Yes, turn them into walking killing blades. I told you not to pry your nose in places it doesn’t belong.
Dreadnought: So you are dead serious.
Balthazar: Have I broken any of my words just yet?
Dreadnought: This has got to stop. I’m going to report you!
Balthazar: The monsters – those are just for appetizers. Besides, you can’t report me. I’m on vacation.
Dreadnought: You are going to jail when you get back!
Balthazar: And so are you! For conspiring with me.
Dreadnought: Better that than a billion dollar class-action lawsuit.
Balthazar: I take it our deal is off then?
Dreadnought: I’m going to hide Onslaught. You’ll never find it.
Balthazar: Not if I can do something about it.
Dreadnought: Like what? Stop me from logging out?
Balthazar: Precisely that.
Dreadnought: …
Balthazar: Dreadnought~ Oh Benedict~
Balthazar: Where are you~?
Balthazar: Remember this: I’m going to hunt you down and make a public humiliation of you.
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