Grand Theft Binary

Quantum Leap

1.

Open the door, this is the police.- Green shouted, as he took the gun out and knocked on the door.- Police. Open the door.- The  humming sound that came out of the warehouse turned into a low frequency whistle. Through the door came the fuzzy sound of what could only be a countdown. He knocked again and again, there came no answer.

This is Lieutenant Green calling for backup. Brentford Industrial Estates, warehouse six. Dispatch, I have a 10-79 and the perp is inside. I'm going in. Over.

Time started to slow down as adrenaline kicked in. The sound of dispatch calling all units almost came to an halt as his foot slammed the door in and he regained his balance to step across the opening, his pupils expanding as he tried to discern the shapes in the dim light. There was no one in sight. Only the whistle was now louder and coming from the rear of the warehouse, to the left.

Oh, s**t. He said, feeling his suede shoes squashing something oozy that splashed onto his jeans. His eyes had finally adjusted and he could see the oil spill on the floor. The light that came through the small dusty window in the ceiling shone on an empty space some eighty feet long. A couple of wooden crates against the left wall almost concealed a staircase railing. The blackness on the floor showed the steps would be going down.

Two minutes and fourty seconds. A metalic female voice called as he started to move towards the opening on the floor. Two minutes and thirty five seconds. The countdown continued as he moved down the stairs, pointing his pistol forwards. Two minutes and thirty seconds. The voice seemed to fade into the background, as the whistle gained volume. He made the U-turn on the stairs to find a metallic door on the bottom. Gripping the knob with his left hand, he tried it.

It wasn't locked. The door opened to a corridor lit by rows of red and green leds blinking like it was christmas. At the end of the room, a desk lamp lit a human figure in a sort of astronaut suit. Two minutes. The countdown continued. Green pointed the gun at the figure, trying to make sense of the scene. The man in the astronaut suit slowly lifted his head from the keyboard in front of him. Don't worry, it's not a bomb. He said.

So... This is your famous quantum computer.- Said Green.- Stop the countdown, Icarus.- The female voice was down to fourty seconds. Up close, the bald man at the desk seemed different from the artists rendering in the wanted posters. Arms held up, the secretary light making his white jumpsuit glow like a ghostly figure in the otherwise dark room. He looked at his right, then his left hand and asked if he could put his hands down. The detective motioned with the gun, pointing it at the keyboard.

Just stop it!-As the countdown closed on thirty seconds, the room was taking on a green hue. His peripheral vision showed that all the leds stopped blinking red. A drop of sweat ran down his forehead, the tension in his jaws was making him cringe his teeth.- Stop the damn countdown.- He stepped closer, now pointing at Icarus's head. The other one grinned, starting to form a smile, slowly moving his hands closer to the keyboard.

The detective moved slowly around the furniture, keeping his aim, as tried to see what was showing on the screen. The whistle that came from the computer turned into a humm. He quizzically looked at the half glass bubble that encased half the head of the man in astronaut suit. Fifteen seconds. He tried to focus on the screen as the other set the hands on the keyboard. Rows of code, white over black that made no sense to him. He got closer, and he read the last line of code. "Execute - Y/N".

Sweet dreams Mr. Green.- Said Icarus as he pressed a key. For a moment, nothing happend. He got a grip on the gun with both hands. The humm stopped and he could clearly hear the sirens outside. Backup had arrived. The computer screen went blank and the man's helmet snapped shut, encasing his bald head in an aquarium. The rows of led lights all blinked once. Green took a step back and it all went dark as he felt himself floating. The air suddenly sucked off his lungs. For a moment he thought he saw a flash of white light. Then, he lost his senses.

2.  A white flash of light filled the night sky like the burst of a nova and the city lights in the distance went black. Jeanne hit the breaks and almost lost control of her caramel Jeep Cherokee. The two squad cars that were following close behind her also stopped. She could see the NYPD officers getting out and staring and pointing at the sky. One of them approached and she lowered her window. Noticing she had one too many buttons undone, she hastily composed her beige satin shirt. She had left Sonja's bed in  too much of a hurry and didn't even put on a bra. Blushing as she noticed her hard n*****s sticking through the shirt, she hurried in getting her bulletproof vest on.

The man in blue uniform stood there, almost drooling, eyes fixed on ther chest. - What's up, Chatam? Never seen t**s before?- She said as she grabbed a rubber band to arrange her hair into a pony tail.- What the hell happened there?- Snapping back to reality, officer Chatam blinked his eyes: -The radio is saying the warehouses are gone, ma'am.-What about Eric? Lieutenant Green? Any word? - Nothing ma'am. They just keep saying the warehouses are gone.-Nothing about Eric, then? We have to hurry. Tell the men to get back in the cars and lets go.- She grabbed the wheel and pushed the pedal to the metal. Brentford Industrial Estates were still a few of miles away, over the hills.

In the distance, a line of patrol cars, red and blue flashing. Search lights scattered across the field, going around in every direction. Something is wrong- she said to herself- were are the f*****g buildings?- Her nostrils dilated as she felt the strong ozone smell coming in through the window. As she drove closer, she realised the warehouses were nowhere to be seen,. The road abruptly ended in front of a meadow were a pair of bur oaks eerily shone in the moonlight, with nothing else to be seen in the horizon but wild grass.She was dumbstruck by the scene. Just that morning she had went by that very same road and crossed through the industrial area, now, it looked as if the buildings had never been there.

She got out of the car and asked who was in charge. Everybody was looking around at a loss with what happened there. She found the Sargeant next to a patrol car talking to someone inside. He was leaning against the open door, looking in, at another man in blue. As she approached, she could see the man was in shock. White as a ghost.His eyes glazed and mumbling to himself. -What happened, Sarge?- He turned to her and put on a serious face, as if tried to convince himself of the words he was about to utter.- Good evening Jeanne. Officer Smith was the first one to get here after the call. He says he saw the buildings disappear in the midst of a flash of light.

The lights in the horizon began to go on, showing the city that had invisibly been there all along and, in the sky, flashlights began to appear, moving in their direction. Jeanne started to count them. Three, four, five, six, those weren't police choppers on the way. The Department didn't have so many of them. -Sarge, I think you are about to be relieved of your duty here.- He looked at the sky too.- Blackhawks? Where did these guys came from?- Don't know, but I think you'll have your answer in a minute. I'm going to look around for any sign of Green before they touch down and send us away.- Hurry up Detective. I'll try to stall them as much as I can.

She walked up to the trees, flashlight in her hand. There was something else there. A small statue of an angel. She wondered if it could be an headstone, but no name was engraved. She took a picture of it and walked towards the oak in the left, shining her light on it, hoping to find something. The choppers were down and heavily armed men were coming out of them. In the air, the same intense odour of ozone she had felt driving in. -Everybody leave the area now. Exit the field and direct yourselves to the road.- She could see the man in military uniform holding the loudspeaker.- You there, in the middle of the trees, exit immediately.- She took a deep breath and started on her way back to the cars.

As she got back on the road, she could see the military were already establishing a perimeter and setting up a couple of tents. Chatam was waiting for her.- Sarge says you have to get out of here fast and take that picture you took with you before they ask to see your phone. They're already confiscating everything.- Wow. These guys move fast, who are they?- Some special branch of the military. Black ops. Alien hunters if I have to guess. Just get a move on.- Okey dokey. See ya later.- She got on her car and started on her way.-Were are you, Eric? What have they done to you?- Her eyes on the road as she saw the black Humvees coming. She stepped on the gas, hoping no one would stop her. She texted the photo to Sonja, just in case. A mile ahead, she saw the lights. There was the road block.

3. 

May I take off my shoes?- the blonde model asked. Stan looked at her, and then, at the brazilian dark skinned brunette.-You can. Take off the shoes and the dress. Both of you. I didn't get enough of you earlier, in the fashion show. I want to you girls in lingerie.-He walked over to the cupboard and picked up a colourful russian doll. Looking at the window, he stopped, to watch the reflection of the two girls undressing and giggling to eachother. -It's a beautiful view. All those lights,.-said the brazilian girl.- Yeah!-replied swedish Anna- 50 million dollars worth of city lights. She sat back on the chaise longue and took of her bra, covering the chest with her left arm while throwing the piece of clothing across the living room to his feet.

I didn't always live in a penthouse in Central Park, you know?- Picking up the tiny piece of lace.- Show them to me.- He said.- Make me!- She laughed. The brunette reached for her purse and took out a flask perfume. She sprinkled herself, filling the air with the sweet aroma of roses.-Were did you live, then?- I lived in a camper van that I parked in an industrial estate a few miles out of the city. I had run ou of money, out of food and out of gas. I had run out of hope and I was going to kill myself.- He lughed to himself.-You're joking.-Anna said.- I am not. Show them to me.-U-uh- Shaking her head sideways.- You'll have to find the way to make me show them, won't he, Barbara?-I'll show him mine, if he wants- Said the brazilian girl, with a wicked smile.

He walked over to the sofa set with the doll in his hand. Looking at the almost naked girls sitting in the sofa underneath the Pollock painting on the wall, a mesh of dark colours, black and green and grey and orange lines and dots masterfully thrown across the canvas that the artist had called Lucifer.- It was exactly twenty years ago today. I made a deal with Satan.- The girls looked at him wide eyed, considering if he was telling him the truth.-That's what we are celebrating: my selling my soul to the devil. I want to see those t**s, and I know how to make you show them.- Really?- Anna look at him defiantly.-Yes.-As he set the doll on the marble coffe table- Inside are two diamond bracelets and twenty grams of coke.-He grinned victoriously and his eyes glowed as he enjoyed the sight of Anna's firm, perfect breasts while the girl tried to get to the doll's contents.

Reaching for the ice bucket on the table, he grabbed a bottle of Cristal.-I don't believe you,-Barbara said- there's no such thing as the devil.- Oh, but there is, my beauty, and he made me one of the richest men in the world.- And how did he do that?- He gave me the ability to see the future.- He looked at his watch,- It's time, lets go outside. Popping the champagne open, he poured three glasses.-A toast,- raising his  glass,- to knowing the future.- I'll drink to that,- said Barbara. -The bracelets are beautiful,- said Anna.-One for you and one for her. Now, let's go outside. There's a show on that we have to see.

They stood up.-Ladies first,-he said, showing them the way. The two naked girls passed by him and he stood still for a moment, apreciating the beauty of their young moving bodies.-I like those strings. Nice asses.- The girls giggled. and he spilt some champagne on his black silk pajamas trousers.-Oh great,- he said to himself,- now it looks like I've pissed myself.- Anna, will you go get me a tissue and put some music on, my beauty?- As he steps into the balcony, she turns around. -Sure, bae. Immediately. We love the bracelets.- She kisses him in cheek and goes back into the dining room.

How long have you girls been dating eachother?- Stan asks as he grabs a flower patterned shawl and gently puts it aon Barbara's shoulders. -You can cover yourselves. I was just checking how at ease you were with me. I've seen enough t**s to last me ten lifetimes.-He looked into her eyes, looking for her feelings.- You see... The business that started it all for me was online porn. I needed money fast and I always dreaded going to jail, so, I avoided illegal schemes and got my foot inside big money deals by selling dreams to beautiful girls like you and Anna.- He felt the swedish girl approaching him from behind and hugging him. Music flowed form the inside of the house. Jazz. - We've been dating for two years now.- Anna said. He put his right arm around her and took Barbara's hand in his left and.

Would you take me into your love, my beauties?- he said, looking into Barbara's deep dark brown eyes.-Of course we would.-Said Anna.- We adore you. He let go of them and went across the balcony, for another shawl. After covering Anna, he put each arm around one of them.-I don't want you girls to catch a cold.- What are we waiting for, out here?- Said Anna.- My future. Up to now, I've been living in the past. My future starts today.- Barbara turned to him:- That's very poetic.- A white flash lit up the night sky like the sun had just blinked on and off. All the lights in New York city went dead. In the air,  one could taste the distinct aroma of ozone.