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024-2. This morning Jukin are stolen at gunpoint.
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We took him home with great deference and 1000 apology, which only increased his anger inside. He had already planned to blow up a military warehouses. The government was so embarrassed that they had not extended to the rear a van, as provided in the security procedure, but a mere passenger jeep camouflage. He was able to memorize the route to the secret base. Having rejected the idea of selling this information, he prepared for his operation.
As a film, he threw a rock thunder and regrouped his equipment. At the dramatic climax of the song, he put on his dress, seated on heavy guitar riffs: rah! tighten the belt, rah! wear a glove, rah paste the scratch of a black leather shoe shaped metal shell. And for the final agreement, he spent a hood. The
day was just beginning to decline, but he wanted to make the journey on foot. No secret military base provided for only one man arrived at night to attack. What it would help. He had no trouble finding the way and arrived just at night.

buildings were located in a desert basin, behind several rows of fences and barbed wire. In contrast to the vehicular entrance, he slipped and took advantage of a natural flexibility to slip back under the barbed wire. Similarly, it fences and hacking going on underneath with his talent. All was quiet in the chamber. Guards with fixed position on the watchtowers were talking quietly and doors. Others had their guard towers. Years without intrusion were probably asleep Jukin vigilance and had all the time before him.
With the patience of a sage, he left his bamboo stakes and began by neutralizing a fixed guard. He then tied a tutor. By far, the guard seemed always at his post. Thus Jukin could slowly get rid of them without arousing suspicion. After studying the movements of the round, he did the same with the guards. One by one, they were equipped with bamboo. Now there was no one to notice their abnormal immobility. He still had staged to suggest they were discussing among themselves, which could save him time.
The base was now harmless to the outdoors. Serious things could begin.

He made his little tour to identify all alarms. Finally they were awkwardly connected to the same hub. With simple toothpaste, he put it off. The alarms were turned off without being able to notice. The base was cut from the outside. He laid some explosives.
Everything was ready. Then he recognized.

Jukin-hooded went to a warehouse. It contained the building where he had been kidnapped, and later in the same structure, the offices where we interviewed him. He cut out the gongs to the back door, without even reading the instructions plastered over, since he did not need to take precautions. He entered with his gun and discovered the storage area. All furniture to his taste, electronic art, works of art, toys, pool recyclable ... A real Aladdin's cave after all. A military bored, sitting on a crate.
Unscrupulous, he pointed his revolver and ordered him to slip into his leather jacket a laptop and a box of the game 'Ten dropped.

After removed, it spreads to other explosive charges between all these objects. Then he knocked furtively the butt of his gun the two guards who were waiting on the other side. He arrived quickly at the corner office. After neutralized still a soldier, he observed some time the military guard in front of a television flashing morons of stupidity. They were 5 in a room Meeting with the walls of the corridor was a large window. Quickly this time, he placed charges at strategic locations. Already outside the control of explosives was shining in his hand. He savored a moment the power he had imagined the flames and noise. He had resolved to sacrifice those lives, as soldiers because they had agreed to obey blindly the government to surrender to the army their free will. So they had all participated in his kidnapping, his confinement in appalling conditions, torture and interrogation. But it was not a personal vendetta against these men.
Crouching behind a bush burnt, he rested. The military base took his breath and get laid. Jukin had overdosed his c4. He was thrown into the air by the fireball from the warehouse. The computer game and break his fall in a big crunch. They were screwed. Some soldiers were now tutors on the side. When he turned to the gaping hole and smoking, his spirits recovered, a large piece of metal fell on his side. It was a plate attached to the building, he had not taken the time to read in the dark:
"private property of Mr. Jukin - delivery of compensation for the litigation of the case vagal. "

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024-1. This morning Jukin are stolen at gunpoint.

The door slammed in his room. He awoke with a start and saw the hour before being gagged. 8:50 am. Ten minutes before his alarm clock rings. Two men tied him up and carried him, while a third opened and closed doors. He also supports the observation that they remain completely stealth. Daylight was just, but when they took him outdoors, Jukin could see their military uniforms, the faint glow of the sun still blue, before being thrown into the back of a pickup truck dark.
The trip was difficult, because their position, their hands tied behind his back, was very uncomfortable. His right shoulder was bruised against the metal reliefs from the floor at each of a sudden the vehicle. When left turns were tight, his hands were crushed against the wall because of its own weight. In addition, a massive machine gun pointed right between the eyes, persuaded the train sleep do not stop at the station Jukin. He could not even doze.

Finally arrived, the soldiers fired into a dungeon, as abruptly as in the van. The place was perfectly moist, feeling the full foam nose. The smell was pleasant forest itself. But in an enclosed place, it referred constantly to the deprivation of liberty. Was this a maneuver to weaken the will of prisoners? He could not tell. However, the drastic conditions of his detention, ie a bed consisting of two sheets of paper stacked to any moldy furniture, were clearly a way to reduce the mass sticky man easily manipulated.
He thus had the leisure to wonder what he had ever done. In the past, what went against the army and government interests? Even thinking about some events of his past troubles, he felt his abduction irrelevant. It could simply be indicted and imprisoned. So why the secret kidnapping? Jukin had thought the problem back in all directions, an escaped him
Without his cell window, he could hardly estimate the time of his captivity. It seemed interminable. Her biological clock had no further reference and turned away empty. He felt a lot of sleep, but the few times before were a torment. We brought him food sometimes. He suspected all along that the schedule was deliberately destabilize the chaotic edge, if necessary.

Finally, we went out of his hole to throw him into office. The white light piercing the large bay window hurt his eyes. For a long time he saw a black shape indistinct in place of the head of his interlocutor. The latter, though still vague, seemed extremely solid and powerful. In any case, we could not miss the vehemence its tone nor mistaking his intentions.
The man then asked his first question. Jukin do not even understand. After a few moments of open mouth, he received the loop of a whip in full play. Then a second time in one place, even harder. He felt the drop of blood dripping onto his skin. Having nothing more to say when the second question came, he was content to ignore. This time, it was his tears that flowed down her cheeks at the impact of leather tearing.
This game still lasted. He could not answer because he had no report, no knowledge of what was questioned. In a kind of lucidity despair, face swollen, he managed to blow: "I'm Jukin. The man hung his fury: "pardon? "He spat again in the middle of a bubble of blood," Jukin! "

conditions soon changed his residence. He was granted a room with window and bathroom and toilet. His real identity was then confirmed. It was a little confusion with a certain Mr. vagal. This protester had a blog, hosted at an address almost identical to the old blog Jukin. So they had caught the wrong IP address and reassembled to him. Totally furious at this injustice, these unacceptable ways before even checking his identity, he nevertheless remained courteous. For now, he took on him and kept his apparent calm. A project of vengeance were piled them in his mind ...

(Continued next week ...)

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023. This morning Jukin rises at night.

It was so early that no one could say with total aplomb, it was am. But whatever. Jukin was standing and had to start his day. Breakfast is valid on departure. Outside, the city was quiet, like a protective cocoon. And this time, the night was heightened this sense, rather than bringing terror and anguish. The impression to start your day in a calm and cool was surely the reason for this change. He sniffed the perfumed air in his window before going out randomly in the streets. It felt good, without all the sweat of the day.

Jukin seemed to walk neighborhoods unknown, as the streets were different without light. Or as it was the city negative. In passing, he glanced in a perpendicular street, picked it up, took a few steps in the main street and froze. Thought generated by the vision could not fight their way through the convolutions of his skull. This image seemed absurd in reality. Yet the same as his memory, a deadlock is created when she was thrown into the real world.
He had just seen the bottom of a dark alley, Batman! Totally enthusiastic, he was petrified. He dared not go back to make sure. He went his way but stopped later. He accepted not to flee as well. After being told he would regret all his life, he emptied his head and blew into the lane without thinking.

Batman was always there. He ended a nasty against the wall. Now it is all true, not a guy in disguise. Jukin had gasped. He let out a burp nervous when Batman turned to him. This vision would be stamped on his retinas, for time immemorial. The Caped beckoned him. He secretly thought it was for him settle his account because he had witnessed. Then he remembered that he was not a criminal and therefore he had a priori, nothing to fear. However
his legs refused to budge. Batman comes to him, followed his cape floating majestically: "Sir, have you seen his accomplice who fled? The question was simple, clear. Jukin responded much more sharply that he would have wanted: "No. "The Dark Knight made a gesture of irritation and calmed down immediately:" It will be for the next night. "Jukin dared look really take the time to detail the texture of his suit, the harmony of the cut, the choice of curves at once powerful and prominent.
Batman interrupted his remarks by asking "You like it? This time, the response expressed his enthusiasm: "Sure. It's perfect! An ideal balance of force, threat and distinction. "Batman looked very relaxed, even nonchalant. His daily round was probably over. "Want to try? "Jukin's jaw loosened and remained suspended. Batman placed his heavy gloved hand on his shoulder and added: "You are to me nice. I do not have anything planned for early this morning, and we must nurture relationships with the public from time to time. "Jukin

barely had time to nod, he was engulfed in a bag, strolled on the back of Batman! He never saw the batmobile, to his great regret. However, she carried him to the batcave. The images paraded before his eyes then were stored somewhere in his brain, but would be analyzed and understood until weeks later.
When Batman took off his bag, he had been tabled before the cabinet costumes. It was actually in the sanctuary. The mysterious vigilante took him a little further, before a cabinet inlaid with a brushed steel plate which was engraved "costumes visitors. Batman studied it from feet to head, opened the door chain, slipped his arms inside and came out a copy of his costume, but smaller. "This is exactly the same make as mine, in various sizes for everyone. He handed him stating: "There is no dressing room here, this is not a shop either. So do you change it. "Jukin
complied. He felt the gaze of the hero weigh on him. The sweat beading on his forehead. Shirtless, he took off his pants and took down the suit. Batman stopped him, telling him: "You will not succeed in putting on the panoply than being totally naked. "Jukin risked a glance toward the mask and two black eyes met the requirements of justice to the shadows. He could not help but obey.

Of course, wanting to rush to don the costume, it s'emberlificota and stood naked in view of the hero, even longer. He finally put the mask and felt much better. It was worth it. A flash of light dazzled him a moment. Batman brought him a mirror encircled money for him to contemplate. In all modesty, he looks great. He wondered what was it like his heroes naked, given the magnificence of what was in the costume.
Then the legendary bat man approached him: "It's time I let you. He looked again to undress and get dressed without moving an eyelash. Jukin blushed, and imagined that the cameras had recorded thousands of men and women naked in the batcave. Batman and traveled at the DVD compilations of his fans.
It was then extended, bag over his head, at an unknown location. His hero shook his hand vigorously, "Do not remove the bag a minute after I left. Then stood motionless for a moment: "Goodbye. "Jukin listened away, and the roar of the Batmobile, which subsided quickly. He almost even raise his bag to try to see it.
But he found himself in silence, facing the day began to pick up. It took a few steps, a little stunned. And realized he did not know where he was. He almost turn around, but changed his mind. It was in the middle of a swamp. 2 hours were needed to go home, covered in mud and mosquito bites. Half disgusted, he showered and prepared hot chocolate. He sat down, a little relaxed, stay at his desk, the cup in hot hands. He discovered at that time a Polaroid picture, the representative with the costume, standing next to Batman, who smiled warmly. The white border, his hero had written to permanent marker: "I will never forget you. "