Post by wombat on Sept 6, 2008 17:39:40 GMT -5
"I agree with Wrench," Bishop said, contributing to the debate. "Too much overt security will attract more attention than it discourages. If you want to keep something safe you don't hire a 40-man armed escort - put it in a beat-up old bag and nobody will look twice.
"If robbery is a risk, we need some way to devalue the merchandise - a contingency that can destroy all valuables if they are compromised beyond recovery. Did someone mention that powerful insecticides can do render magical trinkets inert? No thief wants to try stealing something if they know the target would rather destroy the merchandise than let it go - that's why only a handful of thieves steal pocsecs these days.
"I think we've got the personal protection angle covered for the students, though surveillance and counter-surveillance drills wouldn't go amiss - last thing we want is getting caught with our pants down and a student getting snatched...
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The taser let out a rapid succession of clicks as it sent 50,000 volts coursing through Church’s body. His body shook with muscle spasms, lights flashed in his vision, excruciating pain shook his body. But he could not scream.
Clickclickclickclick... Five seconds felt like an eternity.
And then nothing.
The pain ended, replaced by a powerful wave of euphoria and vertigo – a combination of relief from the passing of the pain and the effects of an early rush of adrenaline and endorphins untempered by the discomfort of physical exertion. During his training the phenomenon had been referred to as ‘excited delirium’.
He felt his hands being bound behind him, an abrupt zip sound as plasti-cuffs were applied, and then blackness as a canvass bag was unceremoniously pulled over his head.
“Move! Get him in the van.”
“What about the spook?”
“He’s a loose end – tie him off.”
“No, please no - I have a family!”
Two sharp cracks, the sound of a child’s fire cracker, marked the end of a man’s life.
Hands grabbed Church roughly around his arms, dragging him to his feet. The weave of the bag was thick; breath came with difficulty and the nausea worsened – where was he? What was happening? The stench of his own vomit entered his nostrils and the now-wet bag clung to his face even more tightly. Darkness came, and Lucas Church welcomed it. If he was lucky he would never wake up...
"If robbery is a risk, we need some way to devalue the merchandise - a contingency that can destroy all valuables if they are compromised beyond recovery. Did someone mention that powerful insecticides can do render magical trinkets inert? No thief wants to try stealing something if they know the target would rather destroy the merchandise than let it go - that's why only a handful of thieves steal pocsecs these days.
"I think we've got the personal protection angle covered for the students, though surveillance and counter-surveillance drills wouldn't go amiss - last thing we want is getting caught with our pants down and a student getting snatched...
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The taser let out a rapid succession of clicks as it sent 50,000 volts coursing through Church’s body. His body shook with muscle spasms, lights flashed in his vision, excruciating pain shook his body. But he could not scream.
Clickclickclickclick... Five seconds felt like an eternity.
And then nothing.
The pain ended, replaced by a powerful wave of euphoria and vertigo – a combination of relief from the passing of the pain and the effects of an early rush of adrenaline and endorphins untempered by the discomfort of physical exertion. During his training the phenomenon had been referred to as ‘excited delirium’.
He felt his hands being bound behind him, an abrupt zip sound as plasti-cuffs were applied, and then blackness as a canvass bag was unceremoniously pulled over his head.
“Move! Get him in the van.”
“What about the spook?”
“He’s a loose end – tie him off.”
“No, please no - I have a family!”
Two sharp cracks, the sound of a child’s fire cracker, marked the end of a man’s life.
Hands grabbed Church roughly around his arms, dragging him to his feet. The weave of the bag was thick; breath came with difficulty and the nausea worsened – where was he? What was happening? The stench of his own vomit entered his nostrils and the now-wet bag clung to his face even more tightly. Darkness came, and Lucas Church welcomed it. If he was lucky he would never wake up...