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Point Break

Allan Onik

    Lazar stopped dead on the highway and flashed his high beams. The black bear stood on its hind legs on the interstate and looked straight at him, then tramped off into the burned Cerro Grande. “Goddammit,” he said. He continued into town and headed for Tech Area 55, flashing his clearance card at the security booth in front of the drab, brick building.
    He used the red, green, and then blue key card to descend to the plutonium holding lab. He then took out his Attikah cigarette pack and removed the C4.
    “With all the millionaires in this town you’d think a-Obaidi’s physicists wouldn’t make it past our city’s vetting process.” Chen leaned against the room’s wall in his white lab coat. “I suppose Oppenhiemer and Bethe can’t save us now. You could detonate that long before the 30 seconds it would take for our security teams to reach you. The Geiger counters along the routes will be crying for mercy, and everything within 100 miles will be waste. I suppose there’s nothing I could say that would change your mind?”
    Lazar smirked. “As it turns out we don’t need our own bomb when we can bring the pain to you with yours. I know about the hidden vault under your MacDonald’s with the Omega Plan. But we simply didn’t have the time or recourses.”
    “I saw one detonate out in White Sands back in 2011. It was actually quite beautiful. Timeless. Like a wilting flower. Brought a tear to my eye.” Chen flicked open the pen knife in his golden montblanc and chucked it at him. Blood sprayed out of his neck in a quick spirt. Lazar fell to his knees and gripped the wound, gagging. “The bad news? There won’t be any virgins to fuck in hell.”



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