|Firstnet (standard:horror, 1762 words)|
|Author: Lev821||Added: Apr 17 2012||Views/Reads: 1314/760||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|There’s a new phone available. DO NOT BUY IT.|
Even though he was on time, he still hurried as though he was late, worried that for once, his train might leave early. He always seemed to be worried about something, as there was always slight anxiety within him. Surely something would be wrong if there was nothing to worry about. He had an appointment in Chester to negotiate a building contract, and if he impressed them with his proposals, then his company was set make thousands, and he knew that a tidy bonus would be his reward, as well plenty of kudos and a step up the career ladder. He was ready to step into a superiors shoes the second they turned their light off in their office before moving on, and was in prime position to backstab, or be stabbed. He almost felt like a teenager getting his first job, even though he'd been there for seven years. His networking and shaking of right hands had helped him get towards the summit at a prompt rate. It was almost a guaranteed shoe-in for him for second in command, so he knew he had to fire on all cylinders. Lime street station was busy. People milled in all directions, coming from recently arrived trains, or going to those soon to leave, or just generally waiting around, eating their purchases from the shops and reading the newspapers or books while they waited for departure. He crossed the wide area to the ticket office and joined a queue. As he waited, he looked around, and his eyes came to rest on a little stall set up just near the centre of the station. It was basically a desk with a large board behind. Across it was written: 'FIRSTNET', and below was information on mobile phones. Some were for sale. Now that's something I need, he thought, an updated one. The one he used currently was two years old. Even from where he stood he could see they were the latest models. Leaving the queue he approached two bored looking men behind the desk. They both wore black suits and one, who looked to be in his early thirties was leaning back on a metal chair eating a cheeseburger. He put it down and sat properly when he saw Paul Cope looking at the phones. He stood up and put on his official greeting voice: "Hello sir, can I help you?" "Well, basically yes," said Paul. "I'd like to buy a phone". "Certainly". After five minutes, Paul had rejoined the queue and occupied himself while he waited by trying out the different gadgets the small contraption had. It beeped and flashed, flashed and beeped, and he promised himself he'd work it all out on the train to Chester. He got his ticket and found that his train was leaving in two minutes from platform five. Anthony Moss watched him with interest, eating the last of his burger, saw him show his ticket to pass through onto the platform, and then disappear from view. His companion Lesley Pascale, sat beside him, leaning on the table, not looking at anything in particular, said: "Do you want to ring him?" "Me? Are you sure this is going to work?" "These phones have been tried and tested. Ring him up, but not from here though, outside or somewhere". "And I can tell him anything? I can tell him to do something and he'll do it". The other man nodded. "Yes, it's a normal phone otherwise, but only when rang from a similar one will it work". The younger apprentice picked up one of them and looked at it in fascination. "Tell him to empty money from a nearby cash machine, then bring the money to this desk. Then tell him to get back on the train, and forget the last ten minutes". "Will that work?" "Oh that'll work". The man stood up and walked outside, finding a quiet space in a doorway that was seemingly never used where nobody could hear what he was saying. He tapped in the number. Paul was sat toying with his new phone, in an almost empty carriage, next to a window when it rang. He looked at it for a few moments, wondering who on earth it could be, then answered it. "Hello, Paul Cope speaking". "Paul," came the voice. "I want you to get off the train, go to a cashpoint and draw out as much money as possible, and take it to the people who sold you the phone. Then get back on the train and forget everything from the minute you bought your ticket". It was then cut off, and Paul slowly put away the phone and stood up, picked up his briefcase and left the train. In the station were three cashpoints, and from two of them he could withdraw from his account. Anthony had spoken not only to Paul, but to the subconscious region of his mind where hypnotism has its effect. A sensor had been built in to each mobile phone that resembled a tiny crystal. It conducted through Click here to read the rest of this story (88 more lines)
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