CYBERFUCK THIS PART 2: A STEEMIT EXCLUSIVE CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE STORY

Welcome back, rebels. If you're just now joining the story, make sure to read part one of the story here!

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You made up your mind. You don't have much else to lose at this point, and this is the first documented act of destruction in recent memory. If you can get a closer look, maybe find out what is going on, then you'll know if this is a flight or fight situation.

Rising slowly, you peek around the edge of your cubicle, peering around the tangle or Troll hair and Lego buildings. It's empty. Quiet. Wrong. Even at this hour, there's usually at least a few late night burners trying to eek in some extra work. Your monitor blips and your vacation time starts counting, but you already committed to this. Today, Dave Hollits does...something, at least!

You move across the floor with none of the speed and grace of a leopard and peer out the rain slick window, taking out your Small Personal Computer and tapping on Lisa's face to call her. Maybe she's caught some of the holonews vids, or some "An" Cap group made another declaration of war. It chimes for a moment, then cuts quiet. Sighing, you tap her face again. Chimes. Chimes.

"Dave? Aren't you working?"
"Hi doll-er, Lisa. Did you catch the news at all?"
"What? No. Dave, what's going on? Are you wasting more of your vacation time again?"

You try to wipe the window from your side, but no luck.

"No, uh...I'm on lunch. Listen, something happened at work. I think I might be moving to another department! Real exciting right? Anyways, I might be later than normal getting home."
"OK dear. Well, just stay busy. I'll leave you something for when you get home. Bye."

It's apparent that you can't get a decent view from here, but you can make out a few things. First, there's smoke rising down below, some dark air like one of those old cars. Second, it occurs to you that the power seems to be out on the block - not even the Gettit and Go across the street seems to be open. It's a lonely scene of nothing but two streetlights straining to pierce the smoke in vain, and the rest is dark.

Standing there, in the dark and the quiet, you almost start to forget that you decided to do something. At that moment, you get just the reminder you need - above the soft rain drops on the window, you hear a rapid, muffled thumping, then a loud scream! Then another odd thumping. Is that a gun?!

You instinctively take cover as this knowledge hits you. You remember the Good Citizen Education you received growing up. Guns have been outlawed for nearly 50 years in order to better defend those who live in the Conglomerate of United Nations for Trade. firearms were banned for all occasions, including hunting or sport. Active military and licensed Police mercenary forces were allowed access to enforce peace and ensure the safety of citizens. So that either means that the police or military is raiding Sinclair, or...some street rubbish whacko had gotten their hands on the means to murder in mass.

For a long moment, you sit there clutching your legs, watching the ocher sky simulate clouds. No more gun fire comes from below. Neither do the police, or the military, or MegaBicep, or anyone. Finally you stand and look outside again.

You can make out a figures opening the back of the van far below as you crane your neck. It's impossible to see what they are doing, but after a moment you here a loud hum. They're erecting some sort of pole?

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Decision time! What will You do, Dave Hollits? upvote your decision below in the comments, and make sure to resteem and share so others vote too!

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