DJ Croft vs. Lo Wang


Notes: 1) All characters are property of their respective creators.
2) This is not spellchecked or edited. It's completly off the wrist.
3) To the no doubt great relief(Or disbelief) of others This will be 
the last
NXE anti-fic from me. Just getting this little demon out of my head.

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  A shadowy figure slipped through the darkened streets of Worchester-
3 and
headed for a apartment complex. It quickly ran up the stairs and 
arrived
at a particular door. Whereupon, it crouched and listened intently.
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 DJ turned on the faucets to the tub and watched the water pour into 
it.
Soon the faint wisps of steam started drifting up, and the heat was 
soaked
up by his stiff muscles.
 Turning the tap off, DJ slipped into the hot water with a satisfied 
sigh.
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 The figure nodded to itself. It had waited a long time when the 
target would
be alone for a short time. Now was perhaps the only time for an 
optimum strike.
 The figure took out a small case and removed several anti-lock tools.
 It then
started working skillfully at the lock.
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 DJ leaned his head back, so much crap was happening that it was 
unbelievable.
Coming to NERV. Fighting those Angels, Asuka's injury, and his 'trip' 
when he was
merged with the EVA. He had to sort this all out and decide on a 
definate course
before it was to late.
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  A faint click and the door was open. The figure slipped in like a 
shadow
and started to head for the bathroom.

 *DJ! INTRUDER!* Hal's voice roared through his speakers at full 
volume.
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 At the sound of Hal's voice, DJ came fully awake and his hand shot
towards the folded up towel that he had placed next to the tub.
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 This was unexpected and unwanted. He had known that DJ had a
very advanced computer AI in his possesion. But for him to be 
detected by
it so soon spoke much against him. His chancce for stealth destroyed. 
He
rushed to the bathroom to deliver a more direct attack.
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 DJ heard the sound of running feet and the door to the bathroom 
slammed 
open. Standing in it was an outragous sight. An escapee from a ninja
film! Bare chested,tattoed, and bristling with shurikens and a 
katata
strapped to his back. he was every old cliche come to life.
 That uzi in his hand was very modern though.
 
 The uzi started to swing up, but DJ was faster, the gun he had 
hidden
in the towel lined up before the other had a chance to aim.
 The killer saw it coming and tried to dodge as DJ pulled the trigger.

The gun roared and the bullet took him in the shoulder, the force
knocking him back into the hall and onto the floor.

 DJ heaved himself out of the tub and went to finish the killer off. 
But
as his feet touched the floor. They shot out from under him due to 
the
slick surface.
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 After hitting the ground, the killer fully expected his next and
last sight to be of the boy in the doorway pointing the gun at his 
head.
Instead, he heard a loud crack and short scream. After nothing 
happened
for a few seconds, the killer pulled himself up and cautiously looked 
in the
bathroom.
 He saw the boy sprawled out on the floor, his neck bent at an 
unnatural
angle. The killer noticed the stain of blood on the edge of the 
porcelion
bathtub, and the streaks on the floor.
 After a few seconds, the lips of the killer twitched and he threw 
back
his head. "Welcome to real life Mr.Croft!" He laughed as he turned 
and
fled the building