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Posted by danleroi22 on Apr 3, 2008 16:46:28 GMT -6
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Near a small apartment building in lower Manhattan, Zeke's car pulled to a stop underneath a parking awning. He killed the car's ignition and stepped out of the vehicle, trying to think of anything else besides the woman he loved. It was really, really hard. In fact, impossible. When he walked past the poles holding up the awning, onto the sidewalk and straight to the front door of the complex's main foyer, he was thinking of nothing but her. And staying safe of course.
His priority these days after Evie was safety. Safety and security. And Zeke had always been good at security. He prided himself at being amazing when it came to the new up to date systems and ways to keep intruders away. Being safe at every moment was something Ezekiel White longed for more than anything else, except Evie. His caution had become obsessionary. He was far too compulsive to do anything that would keep him even safer. Sometimes that hurt his wallet a lot more than he would care to admit.
He opened the door and found his way to the elevator, then hit floor three, Fade at his heels the whole time. He wasn't talking, he was thinking. He was thinking now of exactly what he had to do to survive his own security measures this time. Every time he went to the apartment it was the same important thought. Survive. Today he would. He determined he would. He knew he was obsessive over security the day he almost killed himself using it. Now everyday was like that, or close.
He finally spoke just before the elevator opened. "I need you to stay here when the door opens. Follow my instructions explicitly, and we'll be fine." He figured he should probably offer more of an explination, but no time. The door opened as the annoying chime of the bell in the elevator sounded. He stepped into the hall and looked around. Coast clear, time to move.
"Fade, the room is down the right hall about fourteen paces. You have to be careful or we'll trip everything." Did I engage the buzzer? How about that new laser beam I installed? Hmmm... better be safe. He walked three steps and turned, "Do exactly as I do. The whole time."
He leaned against the near wall after those three steps and slid over one, clearly saying the word, "Gravity" as he did so. The mere fact that this apartment building is empty on the third floor is incredible. I can't remember the last time I saw a soul up here. Very good, because my alarms have never been tripped by anyone but myself.
Next, he jumped accross the hall and leaned up against the far wall. He was on the side with the door. Good. Now the tricky part. A camera above the door monitored every move the two made, but it was completely out of sight. Good engineering. Invisible, just like my friend here can be. He tiptoed the next three steps and then did a limbo move under a hidden laser tripper beam that was invisble accross the hallway.
Halfway there. Now the easy, but deadly part. To fail here was to get seriously injured and possibly killed. Thankfully, it required only two things, the ability to speak clearly, and the ability for the camera to recognize you. He spoke clearly and annunciated every word, "Sometimes it rains, sometimes it's dry, but either way girl, you'll always be mine. Through thick and thin and powers within, I'll always love you. Evie."
The camera picked up on Zeke's retinas and scanned them in a few miliseconds, then a voice, that sounded like Zeke's spoke over a hidden speaker, "Enter." The door 8 step in front of him swung open.
He turned around and said, "Wait here, got to go clear you." He ran in the flat and went to his security room, which also doubled as his bedroom. He gave the supercomputer the command to accept Fade's retinas, then temporarily shut down, then Zeke returned to the doorway. "You can come, I've shut down the system. No reason for you to say that poem too."
He entered the three room mansion (in his mind) and went back to the computer. Engaging the security again, once she was inside. Then he went back into the first room. It was a sizeable kitched slash den, with a TV, desk with computer and internet, working stove and fridge, and a big comfy couch.
"Welcome to little home."
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