00Sweep, GiantBomb's finest secret agent

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00SWEEP: QUANTUM OF BOMB

THE LATEST ACTION PACKED FILM FROM THE ACADEMY AWARD WINNING MOOSEMAN STUDIOS


PACIFIC OCEAN
He donned a top hat.
He donned a top hat.
Sweep was an agent for GiantBomb. He worked for them and was dedicated to his job, and never left lose ends. He had come to see Rowr, one of the finest spys from his time, but he had now retired to his luxury yacht in the Pacific Ocean. He donned a monocle and top hat, which he wore to impress the ladies.
"Tell me, Sweep" said Rowr, swirling the his cocktail around with his finger "why did you come to me?"
"I need to ask you a favour" replied Sweep, behind his black shades. Rowr let out a wild laugh.
"HAH! You? A favour?" he sniggered again, leaning back in his chair and letting the sun hit his face "Sweep, I'll give you the favour. I'll give you anything you want."
"Good, beca-"
"But. I need you to make the kill."  Sweep looked confused. Rowr put his hands in his pockets and pulled out a passport, handing it over to Sweep. The passport belonged to Wallace, a notorious criminal from the Tri-City area. Sweep smirked. Wallace was an old acquaintance of his, and he would be happy to get his revenge at last.
"00Sweep at your service, sir."

CREDITS ROLL FEATURING TOP MUSIC ARTIST CARTMAN SINGING THE EPIC SONG


LONDON, ENGLAND
Sweep ran through the bustling city of London, pushing past commuters and young children out with their parents to Christmas shop. He was here to meet Lies, a Russian arms dealer and a long time friend of Rowr's. Sweep trusted Lies with his life, and would always go to him for any weapon needs. Sweep turned down a side street, his swish, white Nike trainers smoothly bouncing from the uneven brick path. A gun shot sounded in the distance. Picking up his pace, Sweep twirled round the corner and came to his destination.

All was silent. Glancing around, it appeared Lies was out. But where did that gun shot come from? A voice sounded from behind Sweep.
"Friend, friend!" It was Lies, instantly recognisable due to his lack of a left ear.
"Glad to see you, Lies. It's been a while" Sweep grinned, embracing his companion in a hug. Suddenly his grin dropped. Lies' hands were soaked in blood. Sweep pulled away, a look of surprise in his eyes.
"It's been a while, yes! What can I do for you?" said Lies, apparently unaware of Sweep's shock. Out of the corner of his eye, Sweep noticed a movement in the background. He looked closer and fear took hold of him. Fellow agent Hamz was tied up in Lies' shack, on the floor in a pool of blood. Sweep turned his eyes back to Lies and was greeted by a
Magnum revolver. A smirk took hold of Lies.
"Foolish, foolish Sweep." he said, the words rolling from his tongue with utter disgust. "You really thought I worked for you? That I was your FRIEND?" He let out a dirty laugh. Sweep paused, emotionless.
"No." he said, pulling out his gun and  shooting Lies' straight in the head. Lies flew backwards, hitting the wall and dropping down.  Sweep checked Lies' pulse. He was dead. Picking up Lies' gun and delving into his pockets to retrieve identification, Sweep glanced over at Hamz, as if to show emotion, but turned his back and walked out of the alley. Sweep glanced down at himself and brushed away rubble that was on his suit, took off his jacket and slung it over his shoulder and walked down the street.

"Get in."
"Get in."
Suddenly a car pulled up next to him. A heavily built man was in the drivers seat, and had a face that challenged you to mess with him.
"Get in" he said gruffly. Sweep obeyed and sat down in the passenger seat, unaware of who this man was or what he wanted. The driver put his foot down instantly and sped off down the street.
"Lies, isn't it?" the driver said, eyeing him up. "I didn't expect you to look so..." he rolled his tongue around in his mouth, thinking of the word "posh.". On the word, he held out one of hands to Sweep, curling his fingers back and forth as if asking for something. "Come on, give me the papers" he said. Sweep hesitated. This was all the driver needed to realise something was wrong. He slammed on the brakes and pulled out a gun from his side, firing directly at Sweep. Without flinching, Sweep knocked the man's hand sideways, causing the windscreen to shatter. The man took aim again.
"You dirty little-" Sweep didn't wait to hear what he was, but instead twisted the man's hand round and pulled the trigger. The bullet flew out and hit the man in the heart, causing his body to twist and fall on the steering wheel. 00Sweep leaned over to the glove compartment and opened it. An identification card and a map fell out. Unfolding the map, Sweep traced a marker pen line with his finger, following it from London to Oxford. He then picked up the identification card and placed it on the man next to him. Casey had been laid to rest.

LUCHAISLAND
The rumours and stories that surrounded Luchaisland were vast. It was said the island was for criminals to lie low, spend time relaxing in the various pubs and sandy beaches and generally put their feet up. It was also said that these criminals never left the island. People assumed that the criminals merely turned over a new leaf, and had become accustomed to their luxury lives. This was far from the truth. Luchaisland was run by Wallace, known and respected throughout Europe by the underground class. Criminals looking to evade the flashing blue lights came to island, and their money would be safely secured in Wallace's bank account. But when it ran out, the relaxing life became a job in the mines or on the land farming crops. Attempting to escape would result in you trying to complete a rat run, a self-made pit full of horrible stages which would undoubtedly result in death. Crocodiles, eels and scolding hot irons were on the menu.

His eyes were stone cold.
His eyes were stone cold.
Wallace was preparing himself for a meeting. He'd received reports that one of his trusted men had tried to send a letter to a friend outside the island to help plan an escape. He didn't know who it was, but alas it was foolish. Wallace had connections with people everywhere. The room was large and had ceiling-to-floor windows, with the sun shining in and settling on the modern interior. Expensive paintings hung on the wall, and a large desk occupied the middle of the room, laid with food and drink. Wallace leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head. He was fairly young, but the wrinkles on his face said otherwise. He had swept back blonde hair, and all his facial features were in proportion. You could say he was an attractive man, except his eyes were stone cold. He wore a yellow fez on his hat, which he was never seen without. A knock sounded at the door.

"Come in." he called. Seven casually dressed men entered the room, each looking equally nervous. It was rare that they would all be called together like this. They sat down in their chairs and all turned their attention to Wallace.
"Welcome, welcome." Wallace calmly said. "Please, help yourself to snacks" he said, gesturing with his hands. "I'm sure you're aware that something is wrong, so I'm going to cut to the chase. One of you has been trying to escape the island. We all know the rules. No-one leaves the island once they've arrived." he paused, not showing any sign of anger. Wallace took a deep look at each of the men in turn, but they all showed apparent confusion. He placed a bottle on the table, full of a blue liquid. "This is an antidote. The person who tried to escape has been drinking from a poisoned glass. If they own up know, I will pass them the antidote and all will be forgotten." There was a pause, and then a sudden scream from one of the men. MattBodega was standing up and had his hands wrapped around his throat, and had gone bright red. "I'm choking, I'm choking! It was me! I tried to escape! I'm sor-" he spluttered "I'm sorry!". Wallace smiled, and then let out a small sigh.
"Sit down. You are not really poisoned. It was only to get a confession out of you." said Wallace. MattBodega let go off his throat, and stood on the spot, panting. "MB, take him to the rat run." There was a sharp intake of breath, and MattBodega was no longer red in the face, but white.

OXFORD, ENGLAND
Sweep was on a train to Oxford, and was sitting opposite a man who had been reading the same newspaper the whole journey. Outside the window the empty landscape whizzed passed, the occasional sheep or cow coming into view. The train came to a halt, and the voice over announced the termination of the service. Sweep picked up his jacket from the seat next to him and put it on, stood up and waited for the doors to open. A voice sounded from behind Sweep.
"You dropped this." It was the man who was reading the newspaper, and he was holding something. Lies' ID card that Sweep had taken earlier. The newspaper man held out the ID to pass it to Sweep, and looked down at it as he did so. Sweep leaned forward to take it, but the man pulled back and studied the card with great intent. He looked up again, and Sweep clocked the man's broken nose.
"Really? Well, have a nice stay, Lies" he said, almost sarcastically. Sweep looked into his eyes and took the card, pocketing it instantly.
"Thanks" he replied coldly, and walked off the train.

The tunnel.
The tunnel.
He glanced around and took in his surroundings. It was fairly clean, as far as train stations go. There were many people bustling about, many with suitcases and determined looks, not wasting time to get to their destination. A particular figure caught Sweep's eye. He was holding his ear and talking, staring directly at Sweep, but glanced away quickly whenever he looked. Sweep ignored him, and instead headed for the map that the man was leaning against. In response to this, the man jumped from where he was and started sprinting through the crowds, unaware that he wasn't the target. Until now. Sweep ran after him, pushing his way past people, ignoring their cries. Sweep could see the man's black head of hair dashing in and out, heading towards the station tunnel. Sweep followed, jumping over the barrier and sign that denied anyone access due to future maintenance work. He entered the tunnel, but darkness hit him. He stopped and listened. Nothing. Had the man already made it out of the tunnel? Suddenly there was a bang and a flash of light. Sweep ducked to the floor and frisked for his gun. He pulled it out and fired a bullet into the distance as a response.
"SHOW YOURSELF!" Sweep shouted.
"The lack of lighting proves a problem." a deep voice replied.
Sweep fired again, illuminating the tunnel once more. A shadow in the distance revealed a figure running away. Sweep jumped to his feet and followed. He rounded a corner and was struck by light. This time not from gunfire, but the tunnel exit was straight ahead. Sweep emerged from the tunnel and saw the man jumping on a nearby train.

Jamming his foot in the door and pushing them apart, Sweep followed the man on the train and looked around. The mystery figure had already made it to the next carriage, and a portly woman pushing a confectionery trolley was blocking his way. This was no time to stall. Taking a running jump, Sweep hurled himself over, knocking open drinks and plastic-looking food to the floor. Sweep hammered on the sliding door's button, cursing under his breath. The doors hissed open and Sweep slid through. An over-head announcer advised passengers to take their seats, as the train was about to set off. The escaping man was no-where to be seen. There was a tap on his arm, and Sweep looked down. A man with a broken nose signalled opposite him. Sweep looked and saw an open window. Wasting no time, he climbed on the table and pushed the top half of his body out. A blast of air hit him, causing him to jolt and tighten his grip on the inside of the window. He quickly moved his arms out of the window and grabbed the top of the moving train, hurling himself up. He laid flat, not knowing what might be ahead. He did know what was pushing down on the back of his head, though. Sweep rolled over and a shot, followed by the sound of metal crunching, could be heard. Sweep jumped to his feet and tried to throw a punch at the man's face, but he ducked and placed a blow in Sweep's stomach, causing the 00 to keel over.

The train was picking up speed, and the wind was becoming increasingly difficult to battle against, let alone the pain running through Sweep's stomach. He rolled up in a ball and closed his eyes, just wanting for the pain to vanish. Why had that punch hurt so much?
"I know why you're after me," came a voice from above Sweep, which sounded like it was from another world despite the speaker being right next to him. "I've got the antidote, and you want it to stop my plan. And let me guess? You think I'm about to tell you how you could stop me, how you could use the antidote and how you would save the world. Alas, that isn't going to happen, Disgaeamad." Sweep let out a smile through the pain. This criminal had obviously mistaken Sweep for someone else. Not someone from his department though, for he'd never heard the name before. "I'll tell you what I'm going to do now," he said, rolling Sweep over so he came face to face. "I'm going to leave you on top of this train. I could kill you, but I think that punch a moment ago will." The man let out a wild laugh which highlighted his obvious gold tooth. "Au rov-- au revao - goodbye, Disgeamad." And with that he moved over to the side of the train and climbed back through the window. The pain was still throbbing throughout Sweep's body, and was making its way to his head. Sweep tried to stand and suddenly realised he couldn't move. At all. His legs and arms were completely paralysed.

The train started to slow down, obviously coming to its next platform. Suddenly, as if appearing from nowhere, a helicopter appeared above the train. Sweep hadn't heard it approaching due to the wind, and didn't know if the people inside would be friend or foe. A ladder fell down from the 'copter and swung beside Sweep, tempting him to climb up. The lack of movement in his body proved a certain challenge to that. Moments passed until a figure starting climbing down the ladder, taking one step at a time, as if ignoring that both the helicopter and train were moving. Finally the person reached the end of the ladder, swinging off from it while holding on with one hand. Sweep tried to make out who it was, but his eyes were blurring up.
"Take my arm!" the person called. If Sweep could, his palm would have been in his face. This was the voice of CrunchUK, the lunatic agent from GiantBomb. He had only been on one mission so far, and that was to get a cat out of a tree. He'd failed it.
"I can't." Sweep called back, hoping this was a dream, "I'm paralysed".
"Oh, right, right, no problem. I come prepared for everything." CrunchUK replied.
"Really?" said Sweep, full of surprise.
"Well, I've got my hand!" chuckled Crunch, reaching out and grabbing Sweep's arm. The crazy agent nodded up to the helicopter, and the ladder started to detract into the motor vehicle and lift the agents to safety. The pair rolled into the helicopter and Crunch settled Sweep on the first-aid bed. "You need some rest, buddy!" Crunch said, winking. Sweep groaned with pain and annoyance.
"I'm not going to sleep. I've got to get back to HQ and tell... everyo...--" his voice trailed off as he fell into a deep sleep. The chase and fight had completely worn him out without him realising.
"Goodnight, sweet prince." said Crunch, tucking into a peanut butter sandwich from his lunchbox.

TO BE CONTINUED



00SWEEP: QUANTUM OF BOMB

THE LATEST ACTION PACKED FILM FROM THE ACADEMY AWARD WINNING MOOSEMAN STUDIOS


PACIFIC OCEAN
He donned a top hat.
He donned a top hat.
Sweep was an agent for GiantBomb. He worked for them and was dedicated to his job, and never left lose ends. He had come to see Rowr, one of the finest spys from his time, but he had now retired to his luxury yacht in the Pacific Ocean. He donned a monocle and top hat, which he wore to impress the ladies.
"Tell me, Sweep" said Rowr, swirling the his cocktail around with his finger "why did you come to me?"
"I need to ask you a favour" replied Sweep, behind his black shades. Rowr let out a wild laugh.
"HAH! You? A favour?" he sniggered again, leaning back in his chair and letting the sun hit his face "Sweep, I'll give you the favour. I'll give you anything you want."
"Good, beca-"
"But. I need you to make the kill."  Sweep looked confused. Rowr put his hands in his pockets and pulled out a passport, handing it over to Sweep. The passport belonged to Wallace, a notorious criminal from the Tri-City area. Sweep smirked. Wallace was an old acquaintance of his, and he would be happy to get his revenge at last.
"00Sweep at your service, sir."

CREDITS ROLL FEATURING TOP MUSIC ARTIST CARTMAN SINGING THE EPIC SONG


LONDON, ENGLAND
Sweep ran through the bustling city of London, pushing past commuters and young children out with their parents to Christmas shop. He was here to meet Lies, a Russian arms dealer and a long time friend of Rowr's. Sweep trusted Lies with his life, and would always go to him for any weapon needs. Sweep turned down a side street, his swish, white Nike trainers smoothly bouncing from the uneven brick path. A gun shot sounded in the distance. Picking up his pace, Sweep twirled round the corner and came to his destination.

All was silent. Glancing around, it appeared Lies was out. But where did that gun shot come from? A voice sounded from behind Sweep.
"Friend, friend!" It was Lies, instantly recognisable due to his lack of a left ear.
"Glad to see you, Lies. It's been a while" Sweep grinned, embracing his companion in a hug. Suddenly his grin dropped. Lies' hands were soaked in blood. Sweep pulled away, a look of surprise in his eyes.
"It's been a while, yes! What can I do for you?" said Lies, apparently unaware of Sweep's shock. Out of the corner of his eye, Sweep noticed a movement in the background. He looked closer and fear took hold of him. Fellow agent Hamz was tied up in Lies' shack, on the floor in a pool of blood. Sweep turned his eyes back to Lies and was greeted by a
Magnum revolver. A smirk took hold of Lies.
"Foolish, foolish Sweep." he said, the words rolling from his tongue with utter disgust. "You really thought I worked for you? That I was your FRIEND?" He let out a dirty laugh. Sweep paused, emotionless.
"No." he said, pulling out his gun and  shooting Lies' straight in the head. Lies flew backwards, hitting the wall and dropping down.  Sweep checked Lies' pulse. He was dead. Picking up Lies' gun and delving into his pockets to retrieve identification, Sweep glanced over at Hamz, as if to show emotion, but turned his back and walked out of the alley. Sweep glanced down at himself and brushed away rubble that was on his suit, took off his jacket and slung it over his shoulder and walked down the street.

"Get in."
"Get in."
Suddenly a car pulled up next to him. A heavily built man was in the drivers seat, and had a face that challenged you to mess with him.
"Get in" he said gruffly. Sweep obeyed and sat down in the passenger seat, unaware of who this man was or what he wanted. The driver put his foot down instantly and sped off down the street.
"Lies, isn't it?" the driver said, eyeing him up. "I didn't expect you to look so..." he rolled his tongue around in his mouth, thinking of the word "posh.". On the word, he held out one of hands to Sweep, curling his fingers back and forth as if asking for something. "Come on, give me the papers" he said. Sweep hesitated. This was all the driver needed to realise something was wrong. He slammed on the brakes and pulled out a gun from his side, firing directly at Sweep. Without flinching, Sweep knocked the man's hand sideways, causing the windscreen to shatter. The man took aim again.
"You dirty little-" Sweep didn't wait to hear what he was, but instead twisted the man's hand round and pulled the trigger. The bullet flew out and hit the man in the heart, causing his body to twist and fall on the steering wheel. 00Sweep leaned over to the glove compartment and opened it. An identification card and a map fell out. Unfolding the map, Sweep traced a marker pen line with his finger, following it from London to Oxford. He then picked up the identification card and placed it on the man next to him. Casey had been laid to rest.

LUCHAISLAND
The rumours and stories that surrounded Luchaisland were vast. It was said the island was for criminals to lie low, spend time relaxing in the various pubs and sandy beaches and generally put their feet up. It was also said that these criminals never left the island. People assumed that the criminals merely turned over a new leaf, and had become accustomed to their luxury lives. This was far from the truth. Luchaisland was run by Wallace, known and respected throughout Europe by the underground class. Criminals looking to evade the flashing blue lights came to island, and their money would be safely secured in Wallace's bank account. But when it ran out, the relaxing life became a job in the mines or on the land farming crops. Attempting to escape would result in you trying to complete a rat run, a self-made pit full of horrible stages which would undoubtedly result in death. Crocodiles, eels and scolding hot irons were on the menu.

His eyes were stone cold.
His eyes were stone cold.
Wallace was preparing himself for a meeting. He'd received reports that one of his trusted men had tried to send a letter to a friend outside the island to help plan an escape. He didn't know who it was, but alas it was foolish. Wallace had connections with people everywhere. The room was large and had ceiling-to-floor windows, with the sun shining in and settling on the modern interior. Expensive paintings hung on the wall, and a large desk occupied the middle of the room, laid with food and drink. Wallace leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head. He was fairly young, but the wrinkles on his face said otherwise. He had swept back blonde hair, and all his facial features were in proportion. You could say he was an attractive man, except his eyes were stone cold. He wore a yellow fez on his hat, which he was never seen without. A knock sounded at the door.

"Come in." he called. Seven casually dressed men entered the room, each looking equally nervous. It was rare that they would all be called together like this. They sat down in their chairs and all turned their attention to Wallace.
"Welcome, welcome." Wallace calmly said. "Please, help yourself to snacks" he said, gesturing with his hands. "I'm sure you're aware that something is wrong, so I'm going to cut to the chase. One of you has been trying to escape the island. We all know the rules. No-one leaves the island once they've arrived." he paused, not showing any sign of anger. Wallace took a deep look at each of the men in turn, but they all showed apparent confusion. He placed a bottle on the table, full of a blue liquid. "This is an antidote. The person who tried to escape has been drinking from a poisoned glass. If they own up know, I will pass them the antidote and all will be forgotten." There was a pause, and then a sudden scream from one of the men. MattBodega was standing up and had his hands wrapped around his throat, and had gone bright red. "I'm choking, I'm choking! It was me! I tried to escape! I'm sor-" he spluttered "I'm sorry!". Wallace smiled, and then let out a small sigh.
"Sit down. You are not really poisoned. It was only to get a confession out of you." said Wallace. MattBodega let go off his throat, and stood on the spot, panting. "MB, take him to the rat run." There was a sharp intake of breath, and MattBodega was no longer red in the face, but white.

OXFORD, ENGLAND
Sweep was on a train to Oxford, and was sitting opposite a man who had been reading the same newspaper the whole journey. Outside the window the empty landscape whizzed passed, the occasional sheep or cow coming into view. The train came to a halt, and the voice over announced the termination of the service. Sweep picked up his jacket from the seat next to him and put it on, stood up and waited for the doors to open. A voice sounded from behind Sweep.
"You dropped this." It was the man who was reading the newspaper, and he was holding something. Lies' ID card that Sweep had taken earlier. The newspaper man held out the ID to pass it to Sweep, and looked down at it as he did so. Sweep leaned forward to take it, but the man pulled back and studied the card with great intent. He looked up again, and Sweep clocked the man's broken nose.
"Really? Well, have a nice stay, Lies" he said, almost sarcastically. Sweep looked into his eyes and took the card, pocketing it instantly.
"Thanks" he replied coldly, and walked off the train.

The tunnel.
The tunnel.
He glanced around and took in his surroundings. It was fairly clean, as far as train stations go. There were many people bustling about, many with suitcases and determined looks, not wasting time to get to their destination. A particular figure caught Sweep's eye. He was holding his ear and talking, staring directly at Sweep, but glanced away quickly whenever he looked. Sweep ignored him, and instead headed for the map that the man was leaning against. In response to this, the man jumped from where he was and started sprinting through the crowds, unaware that he wasn't the target. Until now. Sweep ran after him, pushing his way past people, ignoring their cries. Sweep could see the man's black head of hair dashing in and out, heading towards the station tunnel. Sweep followed, jumping over the barrier and sign that denied anyone access due to future maintenance work. He entered the tunnel, but darkness hit him. He stopped and listened. Nothing. Had the man already made it out of the tunnel? Suddenly there was a bang and a flash of light. Sweep ducked to the floor and frisked for his gun. He pulled it out and fired a bullet into the distance as a response.
"SHOW YOURSELF!" Sweep shouted.
"The lack of lighting proves a problem." a deep voice replied.
Sweep fired again, illuminating the tunnel once more. A shadow in the distance revealed a figure running away. Sweep jumped to his feet and followed. He rounded a corner and was struck by light. This time not from gunfire, but the tunnel exit was straight ahead. Sweep emerged from the tunnel and saw the man jumping on a nearby train.

Jamming his foot in the door and pushing them apart, Sweep followed the man on the train and looked around. The mystery figure had already made it to the next carriage, and a portly woman pushing a confectionery trolley was blocking his way. This was no time to stall. Taking a running jump, Sweep hurled himself over, knocking open drinks and plastic-looking food to the floor. Sweep hammered on the sliding door's button, cursing under his breath. The doors hissed open and Sweep slid through. An over-head announcer advised passengers to take their seats, as the train was about to set off. The escaping man was no-where to be seen. There was a tap on his arm, and Sweep looked down. A man with a broken nose signalled opposite him. Sweep looked and saw an open window. Wasting no time, he climbed on the table and pushed the top half of his body out. A blast of air hit him, causing him to jolt and tighten his grip on the inside of the window. He quickly moved his arms out of the window and grabbed the top of the moving train, hurling himself up. He laid flat, not knowing what might be ahead. He did know what was pushing down on the back of his head, though. Sweep rolled over and a shot, followed by the sound of metal crunching, could be heard. Sweep jumped to his feet and tried to throw a punch at the man's face, but he ducked and placed a blow in Sweep's stomach, causing the 00 to keel over.

The train was picking up speed, and the wind was becoming increasingly difficult to battle against, let alone the pain running through Sweep's stomach. He rolled up in a ball and closed his eyes, just wanting for the pain to vanish. Why had that punch hurt so much?
"I know why you're after me," came a voice from above Sweep, which sounded like it was from another world despite the speaker being right next to him. "I've got the antidote, and you want it to stop my plan. And let me guess? You think I'm about to tell you how you could stop me, how you could use the antidote and how you would save the world. Alas, that isn't going to happen, Disgaeamad." Sweep let out a smile through the pain. This criminal had obviously mistaken Sweep for someone else. Not someone from his department though, for he'd never heard the name before. "I'll tell you what I'm going to do now," he said, rolling Sweep over so he came face to face. "I'm going to leave you on top of this train. I could kill you, but I think that punch a moment ago will." The man let out a wild laugh which highlighted his obvious gold tooth. "Au rov-- au revao - goodbye, Disgeamad." And with that he moved over to the side of the train and climbed back through the window. The pain was still throbbing throughout Sweep's body, and was making its way to his head. Sweep tried to stand and suddenly realised he couldn't move. At all. His legs and arms were completely paralysed.

The train started to slow down, obviously coming to its next platform. Suddenly, as if appearing from nowhere, a helicopter appeared above the train. Sweep hadn't heard it approaching due to the wind, and didn't know if the people inside would be friend or foe. A ladder fell down from the 'copter and swung beside Sweep, tempting him to climb up. The lack of movement in his body proved a certain challenge to that. Moments passed until a figure starting climbing down the ladder, taking one step at a time, as if ignoring that both the helicopter and train were moving. Finally the person reached the end of the ladder, swinging off from it while holding on with one hand. Sweep tried to make out who it was, but his eyes were blurring up.
"Take my arm!" the person called. If Sweep could, his palm would have been in his face. This was the voice of CrunchUK, the lunatic agent from GiantBomb. He had only been on one mission so far, and that was to get a cat out of a tree. He'd failed it.
"I can't." Sweep called back, hoping this was a dream, "I'm paralysed".
"Oh, right, right, no problem. I come prepared for everything." CrunchUK replied.
"Really?" said Sweep, full of surprise.
"Well, I've got my hand!" chuckled Crunch, reaching out and grabbing Sweep's arm. The crazy agent nodded up to the helicopter, and the ladder started to detract into the motor vehicle and lift the agents to safety. The pair rolled into the helicopter and Crunch settled Sweep on the first-aid bed. "You need some rest, buddy!" Crunch said, winking. Sweep groaned with pain and annoyance.
"I'm not going to sleep. I've got to get back to HQ and tell... everyo...--" his voice trailed off as he fell into a deep sleep. The chase and fight had completely worn him out without him realising.
"Goodnight, sweet prince." said Crunch, tucking into a peanut butter sandwich from his lunchbox.

TO BE CONTINUED


Post by Thordain (605 posts) See mini bio

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Post by Lies (1,661 posts) See mini bio

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NOOOOOOOOOOOO!

DAMN YOU 00SWEEP!


NOOOOOOOOOOOO!

DAMN YOU 00SWEEP!

Post by WallacetheGreat (235 posts) See mini bio

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*looks down from the rooftop above*

You'll never catch me 00Sweep.

*silently fades into the shadows*


*looks down from the rooftop above*

You'll never catch me 00Sweep.

*silently fades into the shadows*

Post by Absurd (1,360 posts) See mini bio

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These thoughts would have been better suited to your blog.


These thoughts would have been better suited to your blog.

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Thordain said:

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One word.
Brilliant.


Thordain said:
*slow clap*
*joins in on slow clap*
One word.
Brilliant.

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All I have to say is....

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All I have to say is....

\o/

Post by Weltal (1,005 posts) See mini bio

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ReTarDedFisHy said:

*joins in on slow clap*
One word.
Brilliant."
I disagree,sir. The only word to describe this would be scrumtrulescent.
Anything less is an understatement.


ReTarDedFisHy said:
*joins in on slow clap*
One word.
Brilliant."
I disagree,sir. The only word to describe this would be scrumtrulescent.
Anything less is an understatement.

Post by WallacetheGreat (235 posts) See mini bio

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Here is a pic from today's shoot:

Sweep in action.
Sweep in action.


Here is a pic from today's shoot:

Sweep in action.
Sweep in action.

Post by crunchUK (3,375 posts) See mini bio

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*faster clap*


*faster clap*

Post by Claude (1,256 posts) See mini bio

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Post by SuperMooseman (1,645 posts) See mini bio

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If anyone is interested, you can listen to the theme tune right here, sung by Cartman! Replace 'man' with 'Sweep'!

  


If anyone is interested, you can listen to the theme tune right here, sung by Cartman! Replace 'man' with 'Sweep'!
  

Post by BoG (2,707 posts) See mini bio

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Replace "man" with "sweep"

  



Replace "man" with "sweep"
  


Post by Lies (1,661 posts) See mini bio

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Promotional poster
Promotional poster


Promotional poster
Promotional poster

Post by brukaoru (3,123 posts) See mini bio

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This thread is full of win.

+1 Wallace and Lies, awesome photos!


This thread is full of win.

+1 Wallace and Lies, awesome photos!

Post by Thordain (605 posts) See mini bio

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brukaoru said:

"This thread is full of win.

+1 Wallace and Lies, awesome photos!"
Bru, you should hear what we are thinking up in the irc.


brukaoru said:
"This thread is full of win.

+1 Wallace and Lies, awesome photos!"
Bru, you should hear what we are thinking up in the irc.

Post by ZombieHunter (2,246 posts) See mini bio

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Lies you killed hamz you bastard :P 


Lies you killed hamz you bastard :P 

Post by SuperMooseman (1,645 posts) See mini bio

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OFFICIAL PROMOTIONAL POSTER


Quantum of Sweep promotional poster.
Quantum of Sweep promotional poster.


OFFICIAL PROMOTIONAL POSTER


Quantum of Sweep promotional poster.
Quantum of Sweep promotional poster.

Post by BiggerBomb (5,747 posts) See mini bio

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I. DEMAND. MOAAAR!!!!!



I. DEMAND. MOAAAR!!!!!


Post by Lies (1,661 posts) See mini bio

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You bastard. Just had to 1up MY promotional poster didn't you?!


You bastard. Just had to 1up MY promotional poster didn't you?!

Post by Rowr (2,229 posts) See mini bio

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this is pretty much the greatest thing ever.


this is pretty much the greatest thing ever.

Post by Hamz (2,249 posts) See mini bio

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Online Now
Moderator

I speak to you all now from beyond the grave!


I speak to you all now from beyond the grave!

Post by WallacetheGreat (235 posts) See mini bio

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I am going to be the greatest villain ever:

Hello, Sweep.
Hello, Sweep.


I am going to be the greatest villain ever:

Hello, Sweep.
Hello, Sweep.

Post by Thordain (605 posts) See mini bio

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Hamz said:

"I speak to you all now from beyond the grave!"
guh-guh-guh, GHOST!!!


Hamz said:
"I speak to you all now from beyond the grave!"
guh-guh-guh, GHOST!!!

Post by ZombieHunter (2,246 posts) See mini bio

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WallacetheGreat said:

"I am going to be the greatest villain ever:

Hello, Sweep.
Hello, Sweep.
"
i like how you have angry eyes in your pic unlike  your profile one :P 


WallacetheGreat said:
"I am going to be the greatest villain ever:

Hello, Sweep.
Hello, Sweep.
"
i like how you have angry eyes in your pic unlike  your profile one :P 

Post by Rowr (2,229 posts) See mini bio

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Hello Mr. Sweep...
Hello Mr. Sweep...


Hello Mr. Sweep...
Hello Mr. Sweep...

Post by KingOfIceland (159 posts) See mini bio

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Thursday
Thursday


Thursday
Thursday

Post by Disgaeamad (487 posts) See mini bio

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00SWEEP, AT YOUR SERVICE!

This better be daily, Moosey.


00SWEEP, AT YOUR SERVICE!

This better be daily, Moosey.

Post by brukaoru (3,123 posts) See mini bio

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Thordain said:

"Bru, you should hear what we are thinking up in the irc."
I have homework to do, but this thread is very distracting.

WallacetheGreat said:
"I am going to be the greatest villain ever:

Hello, Sweep.
Hello, Sweep.
"

And the second greatest villain will be:

Mini Wallace.
Mini Wallace.












*Goes away and attempts to finish homework*


Thordain said:
"Bru, you should hear what we are thinking up in the irc."
I have homework to do, but this thread is very distracting.

WallacetheGreat said:
"I am going to be the greatest villain ever:

Hello, Sweep.
Hello, Sweep.
"

And the second greatest villain will be:

Mini Wallace.
Mini Wallace.












*Goes away and attempts to finish homework*