{"sf1_id":341679,"sf2_id":"q1xboQqm","title":"Zero's The Unsung Hero - There were no negotiations.\"","author":"DeltronZero","words":732,"posted_at":"2012-02-17T04:27:00.000Z","tags":[],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/341679-zero-s-the-unsung-hero-there-were-no-negotiations","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/q1xboQqm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/89/77/8977149a-e6dd-4e53-8160-5b08d83ee88c","description":"Yes. Del takes a ride down an interesting path.","content":"Waking up sleepily at six in the morning, \u0026nbsp;Del stumbles to his computer. \u0026nbsp;Turning it on, the sound of it booting woke him up when it played through his powerful sound system. \u0026nbsp;In his surprise, he jumped, knocking his glasses to the floor. \u0026nbsp;\"Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitttt,\" Del stated as he searched the floor for his glasses. \u0026nbsp;Relplacing his glasses on his snout, he stares at his computer and rights a virus to infect the servers of job searching site to display his resume first. \u0026nbsp;Before sending it out, he checked it over:\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\n\n**Alec Visaris**\n\n**1337 Leetus. Drive  \nNowhere's Town, Iowa  \n(888)555-2525  \n  \nObjective  \n \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;  \nAnything fitting.  \n  \n \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;  \nStrengths  \n \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;  \nProficient or familiar with a vast array of programming languages, concepts and technologies., including, but not limited to: English, HTML, MS-DOS, Java, JavaScript, device drivers, compiler and language design, user interfaces, databases, client/server, telecommunications, debugging, reporting, and optimization.  \n \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;**  \n\n**Maximum effective ranges with varrying weapons:**\n\n**T-76 - 1.564 Miles**\n\n**M82 - 1.498 Miles**\n\n**M16/AR15 - 672 Yards**\n\n**Bushmaster ACR - 700 yards**\n\n**AK-47 789 Yards**\n\n**Desert Eagle - 75 Yards**\n\n**M21 - 900 Yards**\n\n  \n\n**Experience  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;Random Life-Gained Experience  \nWorked with three years of Linux based computers, and more than 10 with Windows computers. \u0026nbsp;I've coded programs, ranging from games to information macros.  \n  \nSpontanious offers at various shooting ranges, lots of hunting, hiding, and shooting experience.  \n  \nEducation**  \n  \n\n  \n\n**Masters in Computer Sciences, Major in Software Engineering, Graphics Design, and Ethical Hacking**\n\n  \n\n **\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;  \nLife-Gained Skills, applied skills. \u0026nbsp;The fact that you're reading this is a result of my abilities.**  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\n\nSending the virus, \u0026nbsp;Del stood up and stretched. \u0026nbsp;\"Maybe the guys are on...\" \u0026nbsp;He ventured towards his Xbox and fired it up. \u0026nbsp;Halo Reach already in, he placed the mic on his head and went to join in a firefight matchmaking lobby.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\"Duuuuuuuuddde Call of Duty is sooooo much better than Battlefield!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\"No way man! \u0026nbsp;Battlefield all the way!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\"Why the fuck are you guys on Halo Reach?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\"I invited them.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;Del realized who the fourth player was.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\"Automator, why you on another account?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\"My cousins have no clue about Auto, only this one.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\"Ah, I see. \u0026nbsp;They are kind of bitchy.\"  \n\"They are both 12. \u0026nbsp;Not my fault.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe game began, and Del immediatly took to the jetpack class. \u0026nbsp;Flying high in the air, he and Automator both unleashed a fury of fuel rod cannon rounds. \u0026nbsp;Round 2. \u0026nbsp;Jetpack class. \u0026nbsp;Repeat. \u0026nbsp;Round 3. \u0026nbsp;Jetpack class. \u0026nbsp;Phone call.\n\n\"Be right back.\"\n\n\"Alec, \u0026nbsp;Come outside now.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Who is this?\"\n\nClick. \u0026nbsp;_Who the hell was that?_ \"Auto, be back soon.\" \u0026nbsp;Del walked to the window to see a black SUV. \u0026nbsp;_The fuck did I do now?_\u0026nbsp; Del went to his room, grabbed his coat and handguns and ran outside as fast as possible. \u0026nbsp;A young tigress jumped out the back and said, \"I'm sorry.\" \u0026nbsp;The passenger seat opened, and Del swung around drawing his knife, stabbing the man coming out the front seat in the stomach. \u0026nbsp;\"What is this?\" \u0026nbsp;he asked, turning to the woman, but it was to late, she already injected the seadtives into his neck. \u0026nbsp;\"I'm sorry...\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\n\nWaking up, surrounded in a white room, he looked for escape options. \u0026nbsp;Windows, guardes. \u0026nbsp;Door, gaurded. \u0026nbsp;_I need a way out._\u0026nbsp; The chair behind the desk spun around, and a woman, fraile in stature,sat there, eyeing him up.\n\n\"So you're the man we're looking for?\"\n\n\"I don't have a clue.\"\n\nShe threw a resume on the table.\n\n\"Perfect person for what we need.\"\n\n\"I see.\" \u0026nbsp;Del, already out of his handcuffs, placed his elbow on the arm of the chair. \u0026nbsp;\"Why do you need me? \u0026nbsp;IT, security, what?\"\n\n\"Paid Killer.\"\n\n\"I see. \u0026nbsp;So, let's talk pay. \u0026nbsp;How much.\"\n\n\"You name a price. \u0026nbsp;We throw in 10 custom weapons a year, and you name a price.\"\n\n\"Howsabout..... 700k a year?\"\n\n\"Seems fair for a valuable asset. \u0026nbsp;Welcome aboard!\"\n\n\"What's the cache?\"\n\n\"Well, there is the fact that you must kill who we ask.\"\n\n\"Alright. \u0026nbsp;Deal.\"\n\n\"Splendid! \u0026nbsp;We'll mail you all the vital information of your first target. \u0026nbsp;Need a ride?\"\n\n\"One more thing. \u0026nbsp;I need a comapny vehicle.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\n\nPulling up in his new military grade humvee, he ran inside and grabbed his camera. \u0026nbsp;\"Guys'll never believe this!\" \u0026nbsp;Taking a picture and sending it, he got an immediate reply from Rubik. \u0026nbsp;\"Nice! \u0026nbsp;I bet you could hit your truck and only be a little dented!\"\n  \n  \n\n"}