The Nikonian Chronicles
Part I
Crap, thought the famous photojournalist Nikon Ng, barely able to concentrate on the road ahead of him. Forgot to pack the 50mm again. Damn the QM. He parked along the left bank of the street, and promptly exited the interiors of the Company's Toyota Prius hybrid. If I move quickly, I should be able to avoid the sentries. Nikon opened the boot and tossed a Lowepro CompuTrekker over his aching shoulders, immediately noticing the weight of the whole bulk.
The night was cold and dark, perfect for a stealthy operation like this. Nikon moved silently among the dead bushes, careful to not wake the mass of black crows in the bony trees above. 17th Street, thought Nikon, looks like Intel was correct after all. Ahead, shrouded in the evil darkness is a gigantic fort, with walls that reached out for the sky like how a good friend Xing Quan once did. I'm here. No one knows I'm around. It is time. Nikon quietly advanced towards the fort, passing by a sign emblazoned with the words "Canon HQ".
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From the bushes, a pair of eyes watched as the figure moved through the park towards the black fort. Then, a gust of stale wind blew and the eyes were gone.
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Nikon braced himself against the outer wall of the fort. There's no one in the plaza, but one would be folly to underestimate my Canon foes. He removed a long, slithery thin rope from the CompuTrekker and tied one end around his waist and the other around a Canon 1Ds Mk II. Damn Canon fans, if they didn't flame me on the ClubSnap forums I wouldn't even be here, he insisted to himself. With a powerful heave the 1Ds went over the wall like a flying cannonball which resembled a flying rock which resembled a flying camera. For a moment, the sound of breaking glass could be heard. Ah, the pentaprism and mirror assembly. Nikon smiled wryly.
Like a professional, he pulled himself up and over the wall with speed, thanks to the lightweight construction of Nikon's body.
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The pair of eyes remained focused on the figure scaling the wall. As soon as it disappeared over the impenetrable obstacle, a radio somewhere crackled to life.
"Watcher One. Chicken has entered the henhouse. Please advise."
"Watcher Two, I concur. Treehouse is underway. I have visual on the breach. Watcher Two to Black One, what is the instruction?"
The pair of eyes looked contemplative for a moment. Then, the reply came.
"All units move in."
The pair of eyes disappeared again.
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Nikon was now inside the main building. What a messy office. Millions of dollars of R&D and not one of it is spent on vacuum cleaners. The floor were strewn with official-looking documents and there were rows upon rows of cabinets bursting with files, folders and even more paper. The amount of dust and cobwebs could shame a stereotypical deserted Victorian mansion you see in films like Batman Forever and Batman Returns. Oh, and there's Batman Begins and oh oh The Dark Knight also. Those were great films too.
Nikon shook himself back to reality. I need to bypass this room to reach the central hall. He looked around for the door and found it on the far side of the room. Oh shit, now I'll have to navigate my way across all these paper. I bet no one ever comes here. Damn Canon.
Forty-five minutes later, he reached the door and looked back at the maze of decaying paper. He heaved a sigh of relief and exited the room, closing the door labeled "Customer Complaints" behind him.
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Stay tuned for Part II of The Nikonian Chronicles.
