The War On Infogrames
Part Two: Echoes of History
Chapter Six
Ducking behind an overturned table,
Guy Wearing Black had two options. He could either surrender to the guards
surrounding him, or he could go out in a blaze of glory. "Hmmm.
I like the part about the glory," he said. He took a puff from his
last cigarette and threw it behind him. Instantly the cigarette was
riddled with bullets. "Wow. Tough crowd," GWB joked.
Suddenly GWB turned and wound up
face-to-face with a submachine gun. Before he could react, a shotgun blast
sent the guard sprawling to the floor. GWB looked up. It was
Gojira64.
G64 smiled as he ran to GWB's location,
narrowly avoiding a hail of bullets. "I heard some noise, so I
figured you could use my help." GWB lit another cigarette. He
reached into his pocket and pulled out a grenade. "Five-second
timers. Gotta love 'em!" he said sarcastically as he pulled the pin
and threw the device into the group of guards. They ran frantically to try
and escape, but it was a futile attempt. The grenade exploded and threw
the drones into the air. The smell of burnt flesh permeated the air.
The two agents looked over their protective table. They saw a clear path
to the elevator.
Within seconds they jumped over the table
and were running towards the elevator. GWB pressed the "up"
button. The door opened, but G64 just stood there. "I hate
elevators. Let's take the stairs." GWB shook his head.
"What is it with you and elevators?" G64 opened the door to the
stairwell as he answered GWB's query. "I just don't like them,
ok?"
The agents made their way to the top of the
stairs. The door they came to had a computer lock on it. Before GWB
could even ask, G64 took his shotgun and blasted a hole clear through the
device. Then he kicked the door in, whereupon guards with rifles
surrounded the agents. They dived behind a nearby desk. As G64
reloaded his shotgun, GWB made one of his usual obnoxious comments.
"Let's take the stairs?! That's the last time I listen to you!"
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The kaijunoid looked hungrily at its prey.
It grabbed Dragitron by the throat and held him by his neck high in the air.
Bill Gates watched gleefully. "Do you want to know the secret behind
the kaijunoid?" the villain asked. Drag struggled to free himself
from the monster's grasp, but it was no use. Gates continued. "Kaijunoids
are a cross between man and monster, the ultimate bio weapon. This
particular specimen is the first successful version we have created. But
the kaijunoid is not our main goal. They are the grunts of our mission.
Our main concern is the general public."
Gates then pressed a button on his desk
that opened up the wall in front of him. A room appeared before him with a
two-way mirror. A young child could be seen eating a strange green candy
in the shape of Godzilla. He seemed to be entranced by what appeared to be
the X-Box version of G:DAMM. Gates walked over to the mirror.
"You see, my dear Dragitron, we intend to gain total dominance over the
entire human civilization. Every copy of the Microsoft version of G:DAMM
will be packaged with Kaiju Kandy. Once consumed, a virus enters the host
and remains inactive until a certain procedure is performed. Watch the
television screen, before you pass out of course." Drag continued
struggling, and his arms were becoming loose and lifeless. Gates walked
back over to his computer desk. He began typing some odd code and then
pressed the "enter" key. The television screen suddenly changed
from that of a battle between two kaiju from the video game to one with flashing
colors.
Drag tried to scream as he saw what
happened next.
The boy began to act more like an animal
with each passing moment. Suddenly he screamed and convulsed. Then
his body began to change into a lizard-like creature. Within moments, the
young human became a small GINO!
Gates laughed maniacally. "Soon
the whole world will look like that! I will be one of the greatest
scientific minds the world has ever known!" He looked at his helpless
victim as the kaijunoid licked its chops. Then he smiled. "Kaijunoid
Alpha, you may dispose of your little treat."