Pigeons 9/11

[Royal]

"Okee dokey, that's the last one" Pigeon happily calls out to his partner Egg, attaching the last thermite explosive. They were on the 99th floor of the World Trade Center, hanging inside an elevator shaft. The floor's elevators doors were cracked open to access their tools laying on the floor. A lady casually strolls by, noticing Egg's bicept covered with black tattoos of barbwire and speckled with baby blue stars of David. She pokes her head into the opening and says with a raspy smokers voice "Ya need any coffee or anything". Egg and Pigeon looked at each other. "No, we're ok" Egg answers. She smiles at both of them and continues to a stairwell to smoke a cigarette on the top floor.

Pigeon looks at Egg untangling the wires form his fingers "She's DTF". Egg with a puzzled look "what's DTF". Pigeon explains "She's down to fuck." Egg chuckles and Pigeon continues to explain "I made it up, soon douchbags across the country will be saying it". Egg replies "I don't think so, you are much too optimistic my friend, you probably have to be a rapper to spread something like that..."

They both are interrupted by the sounds of a duck quacking "Qwaaakkk ...Qwarrrckkk ...Qwakqwak...Qwackkk" Egg reaches into his utility belt to answer his Nextel cell phone. "Hello". The menacing voice of their boss Cogburn, the highest ranking Mason jew in the western hemisphere. In a sarcastic tone, Cogburn asks "Are you guys DONE sucking each other's dicks yet?" Egg replies nervously, "yes we are done, I'm coming down to the van, Pigeon still has to finish up the wiring". The phone is silent for a couple seconds. Cogburn, as if under stress "Well, ok, hurry the fuck up or I will introduce you"...Cogburn pauses.... "to my decent into madness" . Egg scowls and hangs up the phone on his utility belt.

Egg picks up his tools and tells Pigeon on his way out "I will be waiting in the van, try to hurry up". Pigeon looks at his watch, and talks to himself "What's the fucking rush? This stuff ain't blowing til' Thanks Giving". A plethora of thoughts fills his brain, as he ties the blue wire to the copper ring. One being the woman he found to be "DTF". He remembers her name tag- "Pam - Administrative Assistant". He starts to imagine the date, a walk in the town, some italian food, probably rigatoni, live music, a movie at his place, and then, and then, soaking up the bedsheets with their sweat dripping off their bodies while they gyrate to "smoke on the water" by Deep Purple.

Pam puffs her cigarette on the rooftop, she exhales and smoke bellows out her sweet pink lips. She looks at the cigarette and talks to it "mmm baby, this never get's old" . Her mind wonder's off, thinking about the elevator workers, and how scary that job may be. "Why do people choose such a dangerous line of work?" Pam ponders and continues her gaze upon the sky line.

Pigeon and Egg were working for the elevator company against their will. They were roommates inside condominiums a couple blocks away from the World Trade Center Buildings, and defaulted on an illegal loan, from the big business man and loan shark (now their boss) Mr. Cogburn. They were already in a high risk situation as spies, part of a Mossad network, keeping an eye on individuals operating in New York City.

Egg finds himself getting into the elevator alone listening to smooth jazz. He looks down and pulls out of his utility belt a silver flask full of Kosher Vodka and takes a swig. A pressure builds in his stomach. Silently, he lets one out. Egg confirms to himself "Nobody would know, by the time I'm down to the floor lobby, I'll be home free". The elevator starts to stop "Ding" a red light flashes and the door opens up. He forgot that the express elevator goes to a mid-level lobby. The doors open up to an attractive young woman with Japanese tattoos on her neck, she has dark hair, dark eyes, and sharp lines. Egg, ignores her and continues to stair at the elevator buttons with a straight face, as if he had not opened up his natural propane tank. The woman stands alongside egg with her head faced down, curled lips up to her nose, grimacing while texting, gripping her phone..Without moving his head, he looks through the corners of his eyes, checking her smooth legs, the red lipstick that's waiting to be rubbed off in a messy way, gurgling until he makes his sniper shot all over her porcelain face. The readers start to wonder, "what does this have to do with the 9/11 story"... the author comments "A digression to fantasy...".

The doors open up, she rushes out the door. Egg strolls through the lobby with some anxiety passing a security desk. As he approaches his exit, he notices people crowding around the revolving doors. Theirs lot's of commotion. Egg witnesses a man screaming towards the doors "GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE DOORS!" ...."GO BACK OUTSIDE YOU LOON!" ...."PLS MOVE I"M ALREADY LATE". He pushes his way threw the crowd, and notices inside the revolving doors a tattered young man. He has a T-shirt that has a phrase written in permanent marker "Beware of the Huggy Bears!" and has no pants. He starts to squat and defecates. The people in the building start to walk towards the emergency exits in disgust. "POOP! POOP! POOP! " his muffled yells ring out of the doors and into the lobby. He starts to smear "SHNOOKIE BABYKINS" all over the revolving doors.

Egg follows people out to the emergency exits, and jogs to a black van 50 yards away surrounded by yellow taxis. The windows were tinted, he grabs the cold metallic black handle of the side door, slides it open and jumps in. Cogburn is in the driver's seat lighting the bowl of a 2ft bong with a tie dye colored lighter. The sound's of the diamond decorated bong fills the air space "dlurp-dlerp-dlerp-dlerp" Egg looks around and notices people of unusual character. Sitting next to him was a female midget wearing a male cowboy outfit, she was rocking her head listening to a Wu-Tang song on a CD player. In front, in the passenger seat, a man wearing a stove pipe hat with make-up who turns around with a Jack Nicholson smile. Behind him was a contortionist in a cheer leading outfit, the right half of her body is in a pretzel position, her left arm was dangling out, organizing some packets that read "Nitro Glycerin".

Egg looks around again with a nervous smile "heh hey..." quickly interrupting Eggs introduction, is a monkey shriek "whoooAAAAAHH" Egg jerks his head to the back of the van and sees a man he didn't before. He's dressed in all black with a dark mask over his face. The dark figure places his hand over the monkey's mouth and says softly "Hush, IEFY ". He raises his other hand slowly, "Greetings, my name is Whisper"

Cogburn exhales and laughs "Ahhhh AHAHHAHA. What did you think of my..." .... He pauses is speech, while smoke leaves his notrils... "newest recruit?" Everyone begins to laugh again. Egg looks around and asks "Who?" Cogburn turns his head and looks at him "My new recruit indy, the kid shitting on the doors" Everyone laughs again. "That was your plan? What was that for, we are already blowing up the building?" Cogburn hanging smile quickly turns into a menacing stare. Everyone get's quiet. Cogburn in a low tone voice "Ahm...Lessee... sometimes it get's nasty in the real estate industry"... A car starts honking in the background.. "this owner of the properties, Larry Silverstein, is a competitor who has undermined every major real estate purchase I tried to make in the New York area. He deserves ever gram of pain I can supply. From my universe ..." A Lady interrupts, knocking violently at his driver side window.

Cogburn says "Holy moses what's this bitch's problem!?!" and angrily rolls down the window just enough for his jew beard to reach outside the window. "WHAT!" A blond lady with a Norway accent "ARE YOU GOING TO MOVE? WE AH INNERRUSH TO AIRPORT"... Cogburn open's the door, everyone starts to watch him, the man with a stove pipe hat nervously gestures "ooooooh" as if she just said the wrong thing. Cogburn stares at her and takes a deep breath in "You SEE where I AM?..." .... he pauses... "you KUNT ....this right here" he gestures with his arms to the pavement "is a loading zone. YOU HAVE FAILED BEYOND REGARD TO RECOGNIZE THE EDGE OF A STREET..." Both Cogburn and the Norway lady engage in a shouting match. A huge explosion occurs followed by the sounds of glass crackling "BOOOOOMMMMMMMMKKKKKSHHHHHHH" They both duck and look up and see a massive fireball.

Pigeon wrapped up his work and was ready to leave. Hanging from a zip line, he motion's himself back to the elevator doors. He see's pam walking down the hallway. He stares at her light grey suit, staring at her skirt as her butt moves away in slow motion, looking like she just tied two plump hams to her cheeks. She opens the office door to a crowd of people holding a cake "SURPRISE! ... HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAM!" Pam gasps and smiles, clutching her hands to her plump breasts... "You guys... OH MY GOD"

In the middle of his pigeons gaze toward the office door, a bright orange flash accompanied by a hot wind fills his face. The terrifying sound blasts into his ears "BOOOOOMMMMMMMMKKKKKSHHHHHHH" He's forced back into the elevator shaft as the shockwave of a powerful explosion flings pieces of cubicles, file cabinets, and bodies towards the hallway and into the elevator shaft. He's left stunned and his vision blurred for 30 seconds. He looks at his arm, pulling out PaperMate shrapnel.

Pigeon looks down in horror to see what has piled up inside the elevator shaft. There was bodies and papers on fire. He see's Pam violently crawling out of the rubble, getting up and patting off a fire that caught onto her shoulder. She's up, looking around, trying to figure out what's going on. Pigeon thinks quick and releases some zip line to lower himself to reach her. As he's about to grab her hand, the elevator drops 2 floors. He looks back up to his line sweating to see if he has any slack, and lowers himself again. "HELPPPP" she screams. He lowers and can't reach her. He ask's her to jump. Pam jumps and a millisecond later the elevator drops from the level, falling at gravity speed to the bottom of the WTC. Pigeon catches her hand "UHHH!" they both let out the sound of ravaged souls. The sound of a falling elevator screeching down in high velocity "REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIK" accompanies the stress in their palms, gripping ever so tightly. THe elevator hits the bottom floor "BOOOOOOOMCHHHH". Seeing a fiery glow 60 stories below, Pigeon yells at pam to hold tight.

He yells "I"M GOING TO SWING YOU TO THE ELEVATOR DOOR, TRY TO GRAB ON TO THE ELEVATOR FRAME!" He frantically moves his body, but he can't gather any momentum. He want's to give up. Flashes of his life appear in his mind, after a chaotic flash of memories one memory begins to reel over his red dry eyes. It was about his grand pa, he used to call Pack3. A military name he used in WW2. It wasn't a memory, it looked like a ghost, a vision. He appeared before him, youthful, before the FBI caught up to him in Kazakhstan. He say's to him in a calm angelic voice "Focus, breath, everything is fine, love your government". Pigeon started to focus and breath, and instead of frantically trying to pull her, started building momentum slowly, bringing Pam's body into a swing as well. Propelling his body back and forth, he gathers momentum. Slowly swinging her feet to the bottom brace of the elevator doors.

She places her foot down and grabs the vertical brace with her hand. "I got it!" She jumps and lands safely unto the brace. She uses everything left her body to pry her fingers into the middle of the doors and separate hells oven to freedom. The GYM membership pays off, as she flies out of the doors faster than a baby out of a porno star's vagina. She heads down the smokey filled hall to join others, racing down an emergency stairwell.

Pigeon glances back up his zip line and pulls his a cord raising him back up to the original level. As he's pulling his cord, he see's some his explosives, strewn about. A red alarm signals in his head, it's just a matter of time before these fires get to the thermite. Time seems to stay still as he pulls himself to the top and disconnect from the zipline and jump into the 99th floor. An orangutan viewing from an exploded open animal testing department notices Pigeons quick climbing and say's "Fuck! that was fast".

He's now viewing a fiery hallway, of motivational posters, pens, post-it's, middle management, and ink cartridges. He runs and hops down the hallway and finds the emergency stairwell. After racing down one flight of stairs he's unable to breath as a thick black smoke starts to fill his longs. He collapses to the floor to keep himself from breathing in anymore smoke, and makes his way back up. He coughs out all the smoke, accompanied by hard heavy gasps, Pigeon tells his body to keep going, he raises his head and body from the floor of a burning office. He stands up, spine completely straight, just like how they taught him in boot camp.

He pupils turn black and the white in his eyes turn blood red. The horrific event has now kicked off year's of MK ultra conditioning that he's undergone years ago in a Top Secret Somoan military base. Pigeon becomes something else. A beast, an animal. He pants like a wolf, and starts to run up the stairwell with both arms and legs.

He makes it to the top of the North Tower where black smoke fills half the sky above him. He races to the edge with a zombie like stare in his eyes, unaware of what's happening. A man in a business suit appraoches him and says in a complaining tone "SIr, do you know what's going on?" He grabs him by the collar, quickly winkling his Van Huesan shirt and hurls him over the WTC North Tower Ledge. He grabs two other individuals and flings them over without thinking. He stops, with his eyes rolled back to his head, he starts to repeat in quick succession "THOU SHALL BE THE WHOLE OF THE LAW, LOVE UNDER WILL. THOU SHALL BE THE WHOLE OF THE LAW, LOVE UNDER WILL. THOU SHALL BE THE WHOLE OF THE LAW, LOVE UNDER WILL.THOU SHALL BE THE WHOLE OF THE LAW, LOVE UNDER WILL!" A crowd of people sit and stand as far away from him in horror. He starts to walk North East, to the buildings ledge.

An old man with a funny mustache and silver shades comes up to him. He's wearing a white shirt and a bright pink tie, throughout his shirt cuffs are cigarette burns. He takes off his silver shades quickly in one swoop, and awakens pigeon out of his trance with a snap of the fingers, causing him to burst out of his MK ultra conditioning. He yells and grabs the old man by the shoulders 'WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON. WHO ARE YOU!" With a nervous but confident look on his face, he says "Kim". Pigeon scowls and continues to yell "Kim? You can't be called Kim! Are you fucking with me?" Kim with a soft soothing voice responds "No, that is my real name" Pigeon stares at Kim not knowing what to do. Kim reaches in his pocket and pulls out a wallet and then a picture. "This is my daughter. I love her very much." A tear goes down his eye, and he continues "I want you to have this, and tell her that I love her"

Pigeon slowly takes the picture out of his hand releasing his tight grip on both of his shoulders. Kim glances to his right, and steps up to the corner ledge with only the city streets below him. The air is quiet with the sound of crackling fiery concrete and faint sounds of fire engines. Everyone is quiet except for those coughing into their hands and clothes. They see Kim move to the ledge. His eye's are watery with a gleeful smile, he put's back his silver shades back on his watery eyes to keep his dignity. The air is still, with the black smoke behind him, he looks back to everyone once more and says "i Quit".

Pigeon and the rest of the survivors at the top of the building lowers their jaw, as they expect another body to fall over the ledge- This time willingly. Kim raises his arms out, eyes closed, with his head up to the sky. Most of the men watch, and most of the woman turn their heads away. He stands on the corner ledge of one of the highest buildings in the world, rocking back and forth (30 seconds pass) People start to whisper among themselves. (1 minutes pass) Kim still closes his eyes that are now dry by the high altitude winds, still rocking his body slowly back and forth, with arms out. The survivors start talking again, mostly trying to call someone on their cell phones. Pigeon and some other men look upon Kim, anticipating his fall. (5 minutes pass) A man screams out in the background "OH for fuck's sake, YOU'RE NOT GOING TO DO IT ARE YA?". Pigeon leans in, hearing Kim murmuring something in the wind. It was lyrics from "The End" by The Doors.

Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah
There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the King's highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby
Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby

Digging into Pigeon's leg, was a long range CO2 powered grappling hook. "How did I forget about that!" He glances over to the WTC South Tower. "I have the range" He grabs the high powered grappling hook handle, and sits it on the edge of the ledge to keep it steady. He squints his eye's, sticks out his tongue to the corner of his mouth and shoots. "KOOOOSHHH" the grappling hook flies up and over successfully attaching to the next tower. He ties down the cable to a bolted down antennae and attaches himself to the line. He takes in a deep breath and hurdles himself off the ledge. He hesitates to keep his eyes open, as it was all too intense. The belt held on to the line, and his weight dropped on the cord tightening any slack. His head is filled with the sound of metal racing down rubber "BZZZZZZZZZZZZZ". He glances down to the city streets horrifyingly "Oh gawwd".

He continued racing down the line. He's now 20 ft away from the ledge of the South Tower when his body suddenly starts to change direction. The metal hook on his belt stops racing down the rubber line, he quickly looks back. The line had detached from the antennae. He didn't tie the knot as they had taught him in the Israeli boy scouts, and the rubber line was free'd and falling off the North Tower, creating an upside down parabola curve.

The inertia of his body sends him free falling diagonally towards a flock of pigeons and the windows of the South Tower. Before he hit's the glass, he locks eyes with a man inside a building holding a cup of coffee, looking in awe of a elevator operator hurdling straight at him. Pigeon crashes into the windows of the 99th floor of the South Tower, landing on top of the man he locked eyes with milliseconds earlier. A flock of black and white pigeons scatter into the building.

Cut up and bruised, he lies flat hearing an uproar of voices "Oh my god!?.. What's going on!? ...What's happening?! ... You spilled my coffee! ... Jesus Christ!!...Are you ok!?!" Pigeon gets up slowly, brushing off the glass from himself and the man he landed on. Pigeon out of breath says "I'm ok, I'm ok," He looks up to see everyone with a blank stare on their face. Some people in the back off the office start to run away from him. Pigeon turns around and sees a plane approaching.

[Kat]

Biological attacks are no laughing matter:

http://www.businessghana.com/portal/new ... &id=152039

http://www.abc.net.au/news/2011-09-08/s ... ite=sydney

[Royal]

Biological attacks are no laughing matter:

http://www.businessghana.com/portal/new ... &id=152039

http://www.abc.net.au/news/2011-09-08/s ... ite=sydney

I'm not immune either.

[Pam]

Chaotic

[Royal]

[TraumaT]

Wow, that was great, Royal, hahaha.

Regards,
The Kunt

[Royal]

I really didn't want to say that, but it was too funny.

[TraumaT]

I really didn't want to say that, but it was too funny.

Hahaha, I know. I am Teh Bitch after all.

Besides, I got the chance to yell at Cogburn. Excellent!

[Pigeon]

I knew that Wikileaks fiasco was going to be a problem but the WTC 12 committee said 'Don't worry, we've buried it deeper then Bin Laden'.

If anyone found a steel D carabiner with a red ascender attached, I would like it back. It's engraved with 'Good Luck Bird'.

[Pam]

Hahahaha... oh and thanks for saving me Pigeon!