Pulling Rank

The three men were moving like ghosts through the corridors of the extra terrestrial compound. They were moving so quietly it seemed like someone had turned off the sound. But inside, Hannigan was fuming! Oh yes, the brass had really brought it all together, this time! First of all, sure: bring a woman into this expert military operation. Not only that: put her in charge!
Fresh from the academy, with almost no battle experience. But then, that wasn't needed, because there was the third genius move from the top: it had to be all about diplomacy this time.
And where had that gotten them? Chasing around in these weird, alien corridors, trying to find the broad who had of course been taken hostage immediately. He cursed silently. Up until now, they had put down only two of those creepy slime creatures, but their luck wouldn't hold out forever!
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Come Back

Victoria was definitely nervous as she entered the studio. Strange:she never used to be. Not when her fame was at its peak, and she was working all over the world. Again, she wondered what had gone wrong, what had come first. Had she started drinking as she got fewer assignments, or had the mails stopped coming in because she had become more and more of a nuisance on the set, because of the alcohol? Fact was that for the last three years, she had had to move to ever smaller apartments, in increasingly questionable districts. Her recent residence didn't even have a shower or a toilet. There was just a sink.

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"Now you sit here and be quite, you understand?!" Axel nodded. Despite his fathers foul mood, he felt extremely excited. For the first time in his ten year old life, he would get to see his father direct! See him at work on the set! He used to hate it when his parents had a row, both of them screaming and yelling with their over the top theatrical pathos. But this time, it had resulted in his father grudgingly taking him along to the studio, and he couldn't have been more happy!

His father turned around once more, and his face had softened a bit. He sighed. "Look, if you want something to drink, or have to go to the bath room: do you see that lady over there? That's Ulva, just go to her and she will help you. But whenever you move: always go around. Never set foot on any of the sets, understood?"

There were a lot of people around, but most of them were obviously there to work behind the scenes, in everyday attire. Only three men stood out to him as actors. One was an easy give away because he walked around with two large knives jabbed halfway into his back; yet, he seemed to be perfectly all right, joking around with what appeared to be one of the camera men. A bit further of, Axel saw two younger men, dressed in some sort of para military uniforms. One of them was wearing a black painted hockey mask. The set itself looked rather like an abandoned house, with grey, concrete walls with remnants of wall paper on them, and a barren wooden floor. And yet, all of it was wood, the walls too, he could clearly see.

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Greg cleared his throat and made a hesitant start. "Well, it all started... with my mother's admission to the asylum, I guess. You see, my mother was a highly intelligent woman, and very well educated. She had a degree in philosophy and in mathematics. As a mother she was very strict, at times even violent! She always wanted the best from me, kept me on my toes all
the time. I was her only child so I had her undivided attention. My father traveled a lot, was almost never home.
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