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Dr. Noire, Chapter 6

I reached for my Model 29, but the cold press of a Glock in my side stopped me. I slowly put my hands back on the table, letting out a sigh. I knew when I was beat.

The dame reached into my pockets and inside my jacket, putting my Model 29 and 1911A on the table along with the tranq gun the doctor had given me. Taking the clips out, she tossed them to her sister, leaving the empty weapons on the table. Sophia strode over and retrieved the doctor’s tranq gun. She studied it carefully.

“Recognize the craftsmanship, Jerry?” she asked, and he nodded.

“Doctor Noire. I’d heard legends, but I’ve never seen any evidence to back them up. Until now, that is.”

“Mordred Phain is his real name, or at least as real as we can tell. We don’t know anything about his background.”

“Then why does he think you’re after him?” I asked. She looked at me in surprise, and her tone was one of utter incredulity.

“You spoke with him?”
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Dr. Noire, Chapter 5

I followed her into the bedroom, thrown off by her sudden shift in demeanor. One minute she had been vulnerable, broken; the next confident and self-assured, as though the pain I had put her through was nothing more than a minor inconvenience. I wasn’t sure what that meant. One, she could have been playing me from the beginning, aiming to use me as a tool to help her find her sister. Two, I’d done serious mental and emotional damage, and she was just good at hiding it. Probably unhealthy. The third and last option was that she was somehow able to get over being tortured; perhaps she had been trained to withstand high amounts of pain and was just incredibly resilient. I hoped it was the third option. In spite of the fact that I was gunning for her sister, I still reckoned I would rather work together with Agent Blanchez than I would with Doctor Phain. The man gave me the shivers.

She sat on the bed and drew her knees up to her chest – a posture that I recognized as subconsciously defensive. She felt threatened and perhaps vulnerable. That would make sense. She was a young woman and I was an older and much more experienced man. Although she said she was CIA, that didn’t mean she was a veteran. For all I knew, she could be on her first mission. In fact, I found it likely that her superiors had no idea she was here, or else were choosing to ignore her little venture. Either that or she was playing me. I decided to reserve judgement.
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Dr. Noire, Chapter 4

I woke at 11:14 and checked on the girl. Finding her still out cold, I roved downstairs for a sandwich and a cup of joe, then took a smoke to clear my head. Sitting down with the crossword and a glass of scotch, I began to think.

The doc had no idea that I had the girl. He’d probably expect it to take a day or two for me to track her down and catch her, at the very least. He’d probably also expect me to hide her once I had her, but as long as I was inside of his predictions, I’d have time to work with. Not a lot, mind you, but perhaps enough to get the girl to talk. If she’d been following Phain, it seemed likely she might have intel on him that I could use to my advantage. I wondered how I might be able to do it.

As I was finishing the crossword, I heard movement upstairs and decided to pay the girl a visit. Perhaps I could entice her to talk with a little bit of careful persuasion. If not, well, I had other methods. The doc might have started this, but I intended to finish it, one way or another. I climbed the stairs to the bedroom and went in, drawing the tranquilizer gun as I strode across to the closet.
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Dr. Noire, Chapter 3

I picked my gun up on the way out. The hall was empty, and so was the elevator, so I lit up another cigarette despite the prominent no smoking sign above the panel. I’ll admit it. I was shaken. Here I was, the best PI in New York, and I’d been handed my ass by an elderly gentleman with a Tommy gun. Now I was off on some godforsaken mission to kidnap a dame so that he could torture her. At least I was getting paid. The problem was, I wasn’t sure if that made me some kind of low-life bounty hunter or not. I reckoned it didn’t, seeing as he was threatening my family. Any sane man would have made the choice I did. But telling myself that didn’t do a whole lot of good.

“Damn it, Naissance, you’re doing his dirty work for him.” I said to myself, chomping down on the cigarette. I bashed the door open button impatiently as I reached the bottom floor. When the stupid thing finally decided to open itself, I blitzed past the secretary and the desk guard. The latter said something to me about the smoking, but I didn’t hear him properly or ask him to repeat it. I just left.
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Dr. Noire, Chapter 2

I sat down in the chair facing the desk. The doctor put the Tommy gun on the desk between us and eased himself into a leather-upholstered armchair carved out of what appeared to be bone. I considered making a move for the gun, but decided against it. The good doctor had been in control from the moment I had walked into the room, and I got the feeling that he wasn’t much for making careless mistakes. Instead, I turned my eyes to the carvings on his chair. I wondered what sort of beast had sacrificed its life to yield the doctor’s furniture. Nothing holy, I was certain, and the thought made me shift uneasily. He saw me looking and smiled.
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Dr. Noire, Chapter 1

I’ll never forget the first time I met the doctor.

It was a dark and stormy night. I had just walked into the doc’s office for an inspection, but room 34C was dark and empty. Too dark. Too empty. I pulled my torch from the pocket of my trench coat and shone it over dusty bookshelves and infernal contraptions spattered with what could only be blood – whether human or animal, I didn’t know. My gaze fell upon a wall safe that had been left ajar. A portrait of the Mona Lisa. Seemed like that must be an inside joke around this place. I reached for the frame and pulled it open far enough to look inside. Empty.
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Dr. Noire, Introduction

For those who knew Evilzone, knows that it was a unique place from the beginning. We had a nice community, active staff.
One of the things that made it so were an inside joke (there might have been a few, but I don’t quite remember the rest of them) that new people didn’t catch at the very start, but if they searched a bit, the whole story would unfold.

The joke over time transformed into a story and became a way to greet new people. One of the new people that joined Evilzone was a starting writer named Recon, and he liked the joke so much that he made a (short?) 14 chapter novel about it calling it “Dr. Noire”. Ironically the last chapter was published in 2014… actually the whole novel was made through the year 2014.

I loved the novel, so I saved all of it, and I’m going to post it here one chapter a day. Why did I wait for so long? well, honestly I didn’t think of posting it and I also had forgotten about it too…
So I suppose now with Evilzone being put to rest, it’s OK to explain what the whole thing was beforehand…
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Photos with Konica EE-Matic


Some time ago I visited a local flea market without any intentions of finding something cool. Strolling through I noticed a camera. After analyzing it on the spot I decided it’s in a perfect condition and so after a bit of bargaining I took it for 6€. I couldn’t resist on leaving it there :)
Apart from it being in perfect condition, I didn’t know anything about it. After I left the market, I started googling for information about this make and model.

This is a Konica EE-Matic Deluxe, a point-and-shoot camera that appeared in 1963. It comes with a fixed (that means it’s welded in there) 40mm f/2.8 lens. Some sources say that the company was very proud with this (Hexanon) lens, because it’s so sharp.
Even though it’s only 10mm away from 50, doing some portrait photography is kinda hard, because you gotta get get close to a subject.
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Kompiuterinė įranga iki 2000m.


Sveiki, turbūt nieko jau nestebina dabartinių kompiuterių sugebėjimai, greičiai, skaičiai, dydžiai ir kainos. Tačiau jie ne visada buvo tokie…
Jei sekat mano blog’ą, tai greičiausiai supratot kad man patinka senienos – ypač antikvarinė įranga. Esu rašęs apie porą panašių parametrų laptopų atgaivinimą čia ir čia, o apie antikvarinės radijos demonstraciją – čia.
Šiuolaikinis jaunimas greičiausiai iki galo neįsivaizduoja kokie kompiuteriai egzistavo 90-aisiais metais Lietuvoje, o ir patys gal jau neatsimenam. Jie buvo itin brangūs, todėl ne kiekvienas galėjo sau leisti sumokėti 4000lt už tuo metu high-end’inį Compaq stalinį kompiuterį su 16mb RAM’o, 486dx procu, 1GB hardu ir t.t. arba spausdintuvą už 6000lt kuris spausdina neįtikėtinu 3 lapų per minutę greičiu! Bet kaip bebūtų keista, kad ir su tokiom didelėm kainom, tuo metu kompiuterių parduotuvių buvo apstu, žinoma daugelis jų neišlikę iki šių dienų, o ko gero viena labiausiai įsitvirtinusių nuo tų laikų tai kompanija Inida.
Taigi man į rankas pakliuvo labai seni vienos įstaigos dokumentai, kur buvo surašyta kaip tik tai, tiems kas norėtų sužinoti daugiau ar prisiminti su kuo jiems teko dirbti senovėje :) dokumentuose radau kompiuterių suvestinę, pasiūlymus su specifikacijomis ir brošiūras… labai įdomu prisiminti kokios buvo kainos ir pajėgumai tuo metu :)
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Photos with Minolta XG2

Minolta XG2

Oh hello. So this month I received another antique photocamera from a friend to try it out since he doesn’t need it anymore. This time it was “Minolta XG2“. The Minolta XG cameras are 35mm SLRs of the Minolta SR system, sold from 1977 to 1984.
So I went out again in different times to snap some cool pictures of around where I live. Tried not to do the same shots as I did with previous cameras, so I went the other direction.
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