Do. Not. Make. Enemies. With. Sysadmin.

Some very very very strange short stories on the end of the above link.

2 clicks from nowhere

"tango seven, come in tango seven" the radio crackled to life in the darkened foxhole. "this is tango seven over" i managed in a muffled whisper. "we got movement about two clicks southeast of your position captain." fuck. doesn't charlie ever sleep? i slowly poked my head up and gave the hand signal to the boys to sit tight. i was taking this one. i snapped in a fresh magazine and flipped my 16 to rock-n-roll. i unsnapped my k-bar knife and tested it to make sure the blade would slide out unhindered. oh it came out smooth allright, too smooth. i pulled the pin... "henderson, godammit get off the floor and back to work!" mr. lend said over my cubicle wall. "and take those damn staplers back where you found them!" yeah, i got your staplers baby, i thought to myself, lets see what happens when i change all your log in passwords bitches.

With thanks to Red Harvest.