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Brain Storm
CHAPTER ONE
As the car sped along the almost empty highway, it rushed towards a center point around which extraordinary and chilling events would begin unfolding in less than two hours. These events would not end until a factory and a town would both stand extinguished and dark on a rainy night, the patter of raindrops mingling with weak groans and cries of maddened men and women. But for now a warm summer sun glanced off the polished roof of the automobile, insect chattered away in the roadside grass and nothing hinted at what was to come.
Inside the car were two men who were divided by class, income and suits. The man in front was a driver who lived on a driver's income, and went by the name of Ronny. The man lolling in the back was a senior management envoy. His surname was Ballard. His name was Edwin.Instead of using "His" again for the second sentence, maybe say something like, "Edwin is his name" or "He goes by Edwin". Something like that.(: His face was clean-skinned, well-shaved and handsome in a "I'm-gonna-fire-your-ass-but-I'm-a-charming-devil" sort of way.
But for now a warm summer sun glanced off the polished roof of the automobile, insects chattered away in the roadside grass and nothing hinted at what was to come.
Today it was a matter of company business so Ronny was indeed driving, his bulky shoulders stooped over the fluid contours of the cocoa-colored dashboard, elegant steering wheel eagerly reacting to the most minute prodding of his thick hairy fingers.
both Ronny and Ballard were in business suits, respectively of the cheapish and the rather quite expensivish varieties, there were no high-rises or office-towers visible through the windshield.
lolling on the expansive backseat
which in a time of horrendous economical conditions incited even the skeptical bosses of Gurkoff Meats Inc.
Someone, most likely the proud owner of the plant himself, had made sure that a sunny photo of Maple Meats (with a cute thin birch right in front and transparent blue skies above) was available in many places on the web.
He looked at the building, the guard booth in front of where they were just stopping... Suddenly, his vision doubled and his head swam.
Deciding to ignore this episode and just hope it never happens again, indeed, convincing himself that it could never happen again,
That was when he noticed small shapes moving about the perimeter fence.
A second glance confirmed it--these were small animals, snooping about through the wild grass and sitting on their behinds at that, like little furry meditating monks.
"Of course, go right in."noddedThe guard nodded but didn't step away immediately.
People in the country just didn't get what life in the 21st century was about. It was about speed, efficiency, not about making small talk.
Oh well, when in Rome... He slouched back into his seat.
"Well, it must sure be damn good burgers if the chipmunks and squirrels are lining up for it!"laughedRonny laughed and winked at the guard.
For a second he felt chills ran up his spine as he remembered his terror-blackout less than a minute ago,
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