Steem Home: An Unexpected Intruder - Omra's Tale (Part 2)

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This is a continuation of my story: Steem House: Omra's Tale (Part 1). Based on the original story: The Old Steemians Home

     Banana fish light sabre? Omra-Sky didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Here I am uncovering the world's biggest conspiracy, he thought, and my followers want to talk about banana fish? Maybe I'm going about this all wrong. He appreciates his Youtube followers, of course. But he often worries about them, too. There's one who says her socks are starting to talk to her. Another who says their neighborhood is being overrun by purple squirrles. And now this...banana fish light sabre.

     Oh, well. Soon none of that would matter. In his last video, Omra was able to prove that he could successfully locate the chips that have been placed in ordinary household items. The chips are either transmitting, receiving, or both. "That's what the static sound is," he told his viewers. "Like, when you're in between radio stations. If I can just figure out the frequency, I can find out what they're saying." I'm so close-

Ding-Dong.

     His thoughts are interrupted by the sudden chiming of the doorbell. A quick glance out the window reveals the presence of a Stanley Steemer van in his driveway. Just what I need, Omra sighed to himself as he approached the door. Opening it to the sight of a man with a friendly smile.

     "Sorry, I'm not interested. Have a nice day." Closing the door before the man could respond, Omra didn't get two steps before the doorbell rang again. Well, being polite didn't work. Opening the door again. "Look! My carpets are fine..." Omra's words trailed off. A second Stanley Steemer van was pulling up in front of his house. A woman behind the wheel. A man sitting next to her. Both staring at him. It was then that he noticed the second person sitting in the first van.

     "Mr. Sky," began the man standing in front of him. Still smiling from ear to ear. "Congratulations, you have been selected to receive a free executive cleansing by our team of specialists."

     There was was something off about this guy. "That's great, but, now isn't really a good time."

     "We are only in your neighborhood today. The cleansing has to be now. I promise to make this as easy on you as possible. Of course, that depends on how cooperative you are. You can wait in one of our vans."

     Shit. This is not right. "Okay, sure. Let me just grab some things, first. Give me a couple of minutes."

     "Take all the time you need." The man's smile got even wider, a thing that didn't seem possible.

     Shutting the door calmly to avoid any suspicion, Omra-Sky then sprints to his workstation. Fortunately, he's set up to record on a short notice. No time to record, he thought, I'll have to go live. I hope someone sees it.

     Outside, a third van is pulling up. This one is bigger than the first two. The smiling man, still standing by the front door, presses a button on an electronic device around his wrist. The back door of the large van slides open. Six technicians emerge. They're wearing hazmat looking suits without the helmets. They're also carrying metal cases.

     "...I may have been comprimised. I don't know if anyone out there is hearing this, or if you care. But, if you don't hear from me again it's because I was onto the truth. Someone out there needs to continue the work I-"

     "I was really hoping you'd cooperate with us." Omra-Sky turns toward the sound of the voice. The smiling man is standing there. Only, he isn't smiling anymore. He actually looks sad. What doesn't look sad is the nasty looking club in his hand. It looks metallic and has sparks of electricity jumping from the business end.

     Those watching on Youtube Live see Omra-Sky turn around to look behind him. They can hear a voice, but can't make out what it's saying. Seconds later they see him leap from his chair, spinning it. As the chair spins, a crashing noise can be heard. Someone yells. It sounds like Omra-Sky. Another crashing sound. Another yell. This one doesn't sound like Omra. As the chair comes to a rest, two sounds permeate through the speakers; screaming and what terrified viewers can only describe as being "like static electricity".

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