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Genre: Rock/Anthem M usic: WillemWillem Remix : Scomber Lyrics: Scomber Vocals: Scomber = Download Song
Corey sat in front of his computer. It dawned on him that he could possibly retrieve the lost data he had sent to Charlie from his email server. He put the kettle on while he waited for the data to download back onto his machine. Tap Tap Tap. Corey stood up and reached to draw open the curtains over the window. He cupped his hands and peered out into the garden, it was difficult to see in the darkness with the bright glare inside his room. It was Lisa. "Corey I think you better come down to the Stag right away." she whispered at the top of her voice. "Your girlfriend is making quite a scene down there". Corey grabbed his coat and bolted down the stairs, meeting Lisa on the path behind the building. She reached for his hand and ran him down the path. "I've got to get back to work, but I thought you'd like to check this out." she puffed, clearly out of breath. After a quick run back to the Stag they entered through the kitchen and walked up the narrow corridor leading to the bar. Corey could hear a chorus of wolf whistles and jeers as they both stopped at the doorway to greet the scene before them.
It was Miranda, alright. Dancing on a table, breasts out, and gyrating her hips to the beat of an old 70's number blaring from the jukebox. Corey had forgotten how striking she was. Even though there was twenty or so patrons gathered around, beers in hand and tongues on floor, she kept her gaze unfixed, concentrating on the rhythm, her legs impossibly long, her heels sliding over a table top of spilt drinks. He felt Lisa's nails bite into his arm through his coat, suddenly bringing him back to reality. "Well are you going to join in stud?" she asked, those eyelids batting, planting her hand on her hip. Before Corey could reply the music stopped abruptly. The entire crowd turned around in the direction of the jukebox. Standing to its right was a police officer with the power chord in one hand and the other pointing to a now motionless Miranda. The bar had never been so quiet. Slowly, the crowd began to boo until the cop stepped forward, pulled out his revolver and shot a hole in the ceiling right above Miranda. "Break it up. Move along people. There's nothing to see here." he announced as he reached for Miranda's waist, lifting her off the table. He promptly produced a coat, covered her up and began to march her out of the bar towards the entry that was to Corey and Lisa's right. It didn't seem the usual method of apprehending an offender, it was much too familiar, Corey thought to himself. The body language was wrong. What happened next was astonishing. Turning the corner towards the front doors, the pair simply vanished, right before Corey and Lisa's eyes. The automatic doors didn't open to allow anybody out. "Am I seeing things Corey?" Lisa asked, her jaw slack, in
much the same position as Corey's. Corey turned to the pool room and spotted the security camera perched at the end of the entry. "Are those things working?" he asked Lisa, who was heading for the doors for a quick look outside. He followed her out. No sign of them. "Yeah the boss tapes everything after that robbery last year. Four cameras; one in the pool room, one in the lounge, one in the entrance and the other behind me at the bar . It makes sure I don't give away free drinks.. I finish in 40 minutes, would you like me to grab the tape and come back to your place? "You bet ya," Corey responded patting Lisa on the bottom, flirting a bit. "But could you also see if you can find Thursday nights' tape. This Miranda chick is really beginning to freak me out." "I'll see you at 10." Lisa replied as she walked back into the bar shaking her head and trying to figure out what had just happened. Corey really hustled back to his room. It had occurred to him that if Miranda was in town, maybe she might be grabbing his computer while he was talking to Lisa. He was relieved to see everything in its place as he entered his room. He sat down on the lounge and reached forward for the pen resting on a notepad on the coffee table. He began to jot down a few thoughts, trying to make sense of the events unfolding. Mars. Manhattan. Mirror. Magnetosphere. Miranda. Well that's the M's taken care of. He then drew points beneath each word. Mars; fourth rock from the sun. Frozen out, dusty, the god of war. It's blood red specter foretelling impending doom and
bloodshed. Manhattan; New York. 9-11 Magnetosphere; from what Corey knew, Mars didn't really have one, well not like Earth's anyway. There seemed to be patches of magnetic fields above parts of the planet but the molten iron dynamo inside had apparently stopped two billion years ago and with it, any real atmosphere had been stripped away by solar radiation. But it seemed to have one now. An invisible magnet hiding behind our nearest neighbour. Miranda; the slippery nipple. Who? What? From Where? Where next? He had to speak to Charlie. He looked at his watch. Hopefully Ray should be getting a good look at Mars about now. A tap on the window. "Jeez, doesn't she ever come to the door?" he asked himself as he headed towards the entry. Corey met Lisa at the stairs carrying a couple of video tapes. "Come inside Leis, and lets whack those tapes into the VCR. And by the way I live at number 4". He pointed at the number at the intercom. There's even a buzzer". He sat her down on the lounge, grabbed the shopping bag with the tapes and headed over to the kitchen to pour them both a stiff whiskey. Lisa looked towards Corey. "That wouldn't be a slippery nipple would it? "No just a bit of lubricant. Corey responded pointing to the TV. He put the drinks down and inserted the first tape. "Slow down big boy, this is Thursday night's tape when she was only throwing out the burley... You know we're very lucky to have these tapes you know".
Lisa quipped. "If I hadn't changed the tape straight after you left and grabbed Thursday nights tape they would have been gone." Corey looked surprised. "What do you mean gone." "That's just it." she said. "As I left I had the feeling that I had turned off the security VCR by mistake so I went to check it and saw that the entire cupboard storing hundreds of tapes completely empty." "The plug was out of the socket and there was no tape inside. This is serious shit you've got yourself into Corey." They played the first video. It was Thursday night. The video was time stamped and the image split in four. One of the entrance, one the bar, the other the lounge and the fourth, the pool tables. Corey fast forwarded until Lisa shouted; "There's you walking in the entrance. That was eight o'clock because I remember looking at the time wishing it was closing just before you walked in. "There you are getting your drinks and sitting over at the booths near the pool tables." Corey continued to fast forward waiting for Miranda. The tape showed Corey sitting for a while and then getting out of the booth and heading to the bar again..... Corey hit play and slowly rewound the tape. "If that's me going to get the cocktail, then where the hell is Miranda?" He looked for the lounge shot displayed at the bottom left, and could see no sign of anybody sitting with him from the other angle. "Stop there". Lisa shouted. "No back just a little bit." "now there's you standing up and looking like your just about to curtsy .Then shaking hands with nobody." Corey instinctively pressed the pause on the remote and they
both looked at each other just like they had a couple of hours before. There was a blur, or maybe even a shadow, much smaller than the real thing. Corey massaged the slow motion button. There it was again but this time over Corey's head. A smoky shadow, like a giant set of claws seizing their prey. Corey suddenly realized that this was the moment he tasted the cocktail. He looked at Lisa. "She certainly spiked your drink". she mouthed, her eyes fixed to the image on screen. Corey had a large sip of his whiskey and stood up in front of the TV. The video showed him was leaving the bar, with his arm around something, his weight assisted by some sort of body. He ejected the tape and inserted the other. "Let's check out tonight's action". The tape was cued 5 minutes after Corey left which seemed about right. He rewound the tape. After a short while he pressed play. "Nothing's happening here" Corey said. Lisa lent forward. "Go forward until you see the chairs around that table fall over." She said pointing to one of the four images. “That’s when it all started, I heard the crash from the Bar and saw your lady leap up onto the table and feverishly match the song belting out of the juke box. "There we go. The guy's are starting to stand up around her but where the hell is your girlfriend Corey? This is really beginning to freak me out." "Let's just go to the end" Corey responded, fast forwarding. "I've got to see that cop guy." "That's in about 10 minutes" Lisa added.
The phone rings. Scares the shit out of them. Corey drops the remote like he's been shot in the back. "Stop the video!" He picks up the phone. It's Ray. "Corey, sorry if I woke you up or something, but I just had to tell someone. Well, Charlie's apparently back today, but the Mars results are not exactly what I expected. There's seems to be an object 20km long by 12km wide on the far side of Mars. Cycling every 3.14 seconds; the mass of the object increases from the weight of a pea to the weight of the Moon 19 times a minute. But the spacial readings indicate it remains a constant 20 by 12km. I reckon that it even seems to be hiding behind Mars”. “Hiding from who?” Corey asked. Ray's tone changed. “Us mate….Corey, we're keeping this one pretty close to our chest down here and wouldn't like you blabbing about this over there just yet. In six hours we collected enough data for years of analysis. But you know what the funny thing was, all three radio telescopes in the array; us, Parkes, and Stromlo crashed with a blown fuse simultaneously. It cut our viewing by 15 minutes. Pat over at Parkes has never seen anything like it in his life. These fuses are generally redundant and are really only meant to protect the instruments in case of a lightning strike. Anyway Corey, I'm sure that Charlie will want to reach you later on. Do you have a mobile phone? Corey said yes and gave him the number. Corey's head was spinning again. "It's been developing for the last three years since the Mars probes went missing. Is it getting any stronger?" he asked. "Sorry Corey, we've only had the data four hours we just can't tell yet."
Ray wound up the conversation. "And please, not a word to anyone until you read it in the papers." Lisa had helped herself to a drink while Corey was on the phone but had resisted looking for the cop who ended the show. Corey poured the last drops of the bottle and played the tape. They watched as the crowd of onlookers stopped and turned around in the direction of the camera as the music stopped. "Isn’t there a better angle where you can see the duke box? Corey asked. They both realized that with the camera high above the duke box and the other over the pool tables there was little chance of seeing the jukebox. "Slow it down now" urged Lisa. The table was shaking to a beat, with an invisible person dancing wildly. "Slower, slower" she said. She stopped dancing. Then once again there was a shadow of sorts. But this time two figures. One, possibly Miranda high above the table, the other, the cop, menacing and then lunging over the top like they had seen in the first video. "Nothing more on the tape. Just a couple of ghosts that don't really show up on video walking out of a bar. Let’s look at the doors." Corey said. They both inched closer to the television looking at the image of the front doors opening and then closing. "Hang on a second." Corey paused. "The doors didn't open when we saw it live tonight. They disappeared before they reached them. "It could have been the wind you know" Lisa said joking. Corey looked up with his lip down and his eyes wide.
"Pour me another drink Corey. I don't have to work tomorrow." He ejected the tape and got up to make Lisa a drink. "How does Bacardi and dry sound? He reached for the dusty bottle of rum on top of the kitchen cupboard. "We should take the tapes down to the media lab tomorrow for a better look. I got Jeff a shag last year; he owes me. You can crash on the sofa if you like Leis. He looked around feeling slightly uncomfortable. "What? You're not going to have your way with me like Miranda." She purred, lying back on the sofa pushing her cleavage together. "Come on Lisa. I told you I honestly can't remember a thing." "Sure you can. I know back at home when I used to sneak out and meet Jimmie and well I guess, do it...well you know... I could tell when the equipment has had some use." "I'll be straight with you Lisa. It really shits me that I can't remember fucking the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. You see, it's just a blur. I woke up in nothing but my socks and a sore head. Lisa reached forward to console him. "We'll if it’s any consolation I got pretty hot on what I saw earlier tonight. But I can't compete at that level." Corey inched towards Lisa on the sofa, realizing that she may have actually spilt the beans and revealed her secret fancy. Lisa moved forward and pointed her lips towards Corey. It was an awkward first kiss, her mouth finding part of his nostril, but they both got the message and eventually found the mark. "I think we should find somewhere more comfortable Mr Starman." Lisa laughed uncontrollably at first but then managed to guide his bottom towards the bed.
Her eyes like saucers, fixed upon his eyes, Lisa dispensed with her top and bra and stood at the foot of Corey's bed; swinging those hips and pointy nipples in the cold night air, doing that Miranda thing. A brief feeling of apprehension passed through his body. I wonder if this means we'll be going out together? he asked himself. His hesitation was short lived when he realised he was about to bed the hottest girl on campus.
End of chapter 4