>>>>>[ Well, by now, you probably saying, well how did that fragger
Gallean die? I would have told you earlier, but I've been moving alot, and
it is hard for me ta sit down 'n write. But now, I got a few mins, so here
goes: 

Raven, slashed down the barrier, with that mighty nice sword of hers and I
decided that I would probably be better for leading up the stairs. So I
raced up the flight of stairs, only to get hit by something green-bluish.
It was a rather large ball, but the funny thing was that it didn' hurt dat
much. So I just continued upwards. I heard more runnin' ahead of me, and
figured that something was up. 

Glancing back to make sure that Raven was okay, I noticed that another of
those blasted fire elemental thingys popped up. I was torn for a moment as
to whether or not to go back and help, but Raven finished the thing off,
with a nice thrust through it's ... errr... mid-section. So I continued up
the stairs. 

Up above me, I could have sworn I heard, "Hold them off to the Helicopter
gets here!" So, I being the ever so foolish, raced up to see what was
happenin'. I got to the top of the stairwell I crashed into a barrier.
Guess my bones were thicker than dat barrier, because I crashed right
through the dang thing. 

On the roof, was Gallean, the blasted mage, and an air elemental, and 6
more of those poser guards. I opened fired on the guards and used the side
of the stairwell as cover. Next thing I knew, two of the guards dropped.
It must have been by some spell by Raven, because I could see the other
mage was sweating a brick. Unfortunately, I didn't really have time to
admire Raven's handywork, as three of the four guards were trying to get
me. The fourth was apparently trying to keep the mage protected. 

One guard, using some of the other parts of the roof for cover, was tryin'
to keep me pinned down. He was fairly successful. The other two I guess
were tryin' to flank me. It worked. Sort of. 

I had an instinct to open myself up to the one loser's fire, to swing at
something. I wasn't sure why, but I learned dat in a fight, you follow
instinct if ya want to live. So I took a full swing at something above me
to my left. Then it registered what I hit. I hit a hand with a gun. Guess
the guy didn't like how hard my hand is because I broke his and I heard
him screamed. Then I noticed the other guard, edgin' for a shot on me.
After failin' to get the guard inbetween me and the other dude, I just
grabbed the fragger who's hand I snapped and threw him at the other guy.
It somehow worked. The guy's concentration broke at the periphal noticing
of something large coming toward him, and he shot his friend. By the time,
he realized his mistake, he was almost blown over by the incoming body
(that was miserablly out of control). I just happen'd to guess which way
he would dodge, and filled him with a couple of holes. 

I then turned around to find out what happened to the other 2 guards, the
mage, and all that jazz...to find that Raven was locked in a battle with
the mage, Gallean was trying to shoot her, and the elemental looked like
it was about to carry the mage and Gallean to the rapidly approaching
helicopter. I decided it was time to try and get the objective. So I
started sprinting towards him with guns blazing. 

Gallean realized his predictment, and had the mage send the elemental to
stop me. The mage must of been good, because he got the damn thing to
listen, and sure enough it came towards me. Luckily for me, that was all
the distraction Raven needed to catch the mage real good with her sword.
You should have seen the look on the poor guys face. He was so confused.
The elemental, I guess went "free". And in it's rage, continued straight
on towards me. I calmly drew my sword, and waited, at the last second, I
dodged out of the way and swung at it. Unfortunately, it used a blast of
air to send me, already off-balanced, over the edge. I held on to the
ledge but lost my sword. Gallean laughed and was about to take a shot at
me, but then realized that Raven was near him, and just barely managed to
avoid getting fried by her. 

It got really hard for me to breath after that. Raven said to me
afterwards, that she notice dat I was getting "engulfed" and let Gallean
get away from her to come rescue me. She with da sword of her's, finished
the elemental real fast. I got onto the rooftop again, and drew my gun and
loaded new clip. We quickly developed a pattern for searching the rooftop
for him. Raven had the pleasurable duty of making sure the helicopter
didn't land. She said she had just the trick for it, and I didn't doubt
her. 

I made a mad dash for the stairs, and was pleased to notice that he wasn't
going downstairs again. Unfortunately, I found dat out by da fact dat he
tried shooting my head off. The collosion with the wall though forced me
to drop one of my guns. I saw it, but decided that it wasn't worth trying
to get back to it. To get it I would have had to cross an open space that
Gallean could have probably nailed me. So I started stalkin' him, just
like I was doin' just a few days before to someone else over in Africia. 

Guess, he miscalculated my pattern, because he ran full speed into me.
There was a pretty loud crack as he hit me. And he fell on the ground, and
tried getting back up. I guess he broke his collar bone. Didn't really
matter too much though. 

I had a quick little debate on how to kill da bastard. I wanted to return
the favor for all the people he's killed, but dat would have taken to
fraggin' long. So I just shot da bastard in da head, as he was drawing out
another gun to try and shoot me.  On good measure, I emptied a clip into
him. Most in the head, but I made sure to hit other organs too. I have
never felt so elated in killing as then. It kinda scares me and chills me
to think back on how I felt about killin' him. 

I went back, got my other gun, and found Raven, casting something, the
helicopter hadn't landed yet, but she was sweating pretty hard. I told her
that Gallean was dead, and that she should confirm it, and then we need to
get out of dere. She quickly confirmed it, we tossed what was left of the
body over the edge that I nearly fell off of, and took off. The helicopter
was just starting to land. I couldn't resist it and popped off one last
shot. It really didn't do much to the helicopter, but it probably ruined a
little bit the windshield of the copter. 

We left the zone hearing sirens coming near us. It wasn't a biggy to avoid
dat, and we were home free. I bet they (Gallean's bodyguards and cops) are
still wondering who the sword belongs to... Unfortunately for them, all
they can tell is dat it was used by a troll. No fingerprints -- no
nothing. It's too bad though... I liked how the sword handled. Oh well. 

So there ya have it. Gallean is dead. ]<<<<<
        -- Doomsday<16:47:23/6-6-55>

>>>>>[ Glad to hear you'll be paying us a visit Heather, I would be
honoured if you would join me to check out the 'nightlife' around here.
Highlander can confirm that I am quite a good guide. ]<<<<<
        --  SpotOn <19:17:23/06-06-55>

>>>>>[ Vanessa, just what have you been up to while I've been, well,
indisposed. ]<<<<<
        --  Fenris <19:21:49/06-06-55>

>>>>>[ You know me Fenris, I'm always looking out for some fun, glad to
see your well enough to post. ]<<<<<
        --  SpotOn <19:28:31/06-06-55>

>>>>>[ Well actually, I better get off, no knowing what Princess will do
if she catches on this thing. Vanessa, if I don't get out of here I'm
going to strangle Regent. ]<<<<<
        --  Fenris <19:32:53/06-06-55>

>>>>>[ _snicker_ ]<<<<<
        --  SpotOn <19:33:00/06-06-55>

>>>>>[ Alright, EHather.  You've gotton my curiosity peaked up.  I'll see you
when you get in town. ]<<<<<
        -- Cerise <10:36:36/06-06-55>

>>>>>[ One Hundred and Twenty years ago, brave men landed on Normandy Beach
and began the libration of Europe from the Nazi Germans.  I hope that some day
soon, brave men land on the Oregon Coast and begin the liberation of Tir
Tairngire from the Nazi Elves. ]<<<<<
        -- Dandelion Geeker <22:39:53/06-06-55>

>>>>>[ Will somone get this (good for nothing, drek for brains) Humanis Policlub
goon off of our bullition board? ]<<<<<
        -- Princess (and Regent) <22:41:44/06-06-55>

>>>>>[ Nothing can stop the rise of Humani()*ITN)( UHVOPIVH*IOW}:_+ <Link
Terminated> ]<<<<<
        -- Dandelion Geeker <22:43:08/06-06-55>

>>>>>[ Done, with Pleasure :) ]<<<<<
        -- Nightstalker <22:43:41/06-06-55>

>>>>>[ Hmmm. Seemed that it was a good fight!
        
Whished I were there ...  ]<<<<<
    -- Moonshine (HOWL and FIGHT) <12:56:04 / 06:07:55>

***** PRIVATE: Raven
>>>>>[ We should meet us in >>Encrypted<< to talk about that fraggin'
mage. I'm also interested to see the others of your team. Same place, same
location]<<<<<
    -- Moonshine (HOWL and FIGHT) <12:58:13 / 06:07:55>

>>>>>[ohhhh! ahhhh!  I'm starting to _enjoy_ this one!

DOWNLOAD:  Videofile.Test.One:Dark

A dimly lit city street.  It is early evening.  The sky is just beginning
to truly darken, and the twinkle of stars are seen through the industrial
haze. A set of footsteps are heard, and, before long, a figure walks down
the street. He is adorned in black, his sliver hair a stark contrast to
the midnight shade. Suddenly he stops, picking up a slight *scrape* in the
alleyway behind him. Instantly, the shadows begin moving of their own
accord, and several pairs of eyes are seen as the bodies they are attached
to come into view.  The solitary figure stands still, his hands at his
sides, non threatening but obviously ready for instant action.  One of the
shadow's denizens comes forward and stops about a meter and a half away
from the figure in black.  This new individual is adorned in a gray and
white-toned set of urban combat fatigues and wears a sweeping black cape
over them.  He motions with his black-gloved hands and ad- dresses his
audience of one. 

The Raven: "Greetings, Angel of the Dark, and welcome to your death."

Dark Angel: "So, Raven, we finally meet face to face."

R: "Oh no.  We've been face to face before.  At least a dozen times
before. Like this time, though, my appearance has changed each and every
time.  If you survive _this_ little test I have arranged then it will
change again before we meet next."

D: "In that assumption you are wrong, Raven, for now I have gazed deep
into the soulless pits that you call eyes.  When we meet next your
identity will not be unknown to me.  Assuming, of course, you live long
enough for us to meet anoth- er time."

R: <begins to chuckle, smiling devilishly, then erupts into full blown
laughter as he steps back a foot.  He sweeps his cape up and around in
front a him, ducking as he does.  The laughter echoes ominously as the
empty cape falls to Dark Angel's feet.>

From the shadows six figures step, each outfitted in the gray tones of
their leader, who is nowhere to be seen.  A rumbling of thunder is heard
in the back- ground.  A set of clouds has moved over the city, bringing
with it the deep dark of night.  Dark Angel loosens somewhat, eagerly
awaiting the conflict.  He is within his element now.  A tense moment of
slience passes, the humidity of the coming storm almost as dense as the
electricity passing among the warriors. 
     
In the blink of an eye the first of the attackers charges Dark Angel from
behind, withdrawing a Ninja-to as he does and slicing for his target's
shoulder blades.  Dark Angel sidesteps and ducks, catching his attcker
across the stom- ach and hurling him to the ground.  He thrusts into his
coat and withdraws a menacing-looking machine pistol.  The second of his
attackers dives in at this point from Dark Angel's left, two deadly knives
in his hands.  He is repulsed in mid-air by a hail of 10mm shells which
find his body, jerking him backwards into the wall behind him.  The first
attcker swipes for the silver-haired man's legs, but he too is peppered by
the weapon's projectiles.  A third assassin hurls a trio of shuriken at
Dark Angel's arms, one of which connects with the pistol, knocking it out
of Dark Angel's reach.  The black-garbed individual merely smiles,
withdrawing a thin but razor-sharp rapier from the folds of his coat. 
     
One of the attckers pulls a No-Dachi from a sheath on his back.  He slices
for Dark Angel with the huge two-handed sword, but Dark Angel dives low
and past his adversary, catching him with his own blade across the
midsection.  The would-be killer slumps to his knees, his intestines
spilling outwards.  Dark Angel fans his blade, slinging blood across his
foe's body. 
     
The fourth death dealer, the one who disarmed Dark Angel, pulls out a Man-
riki-Gusari, whirling one of the blunt weights attched to the chain in a
men- acing fashion.  Dark Angel jabs for his opponent's neck, only to find
his in- strument of death entangled in his foe's weapon.  The wielder of
the chain and weight instrument pulls back and forth in an attempt to
disarm Dark Angel once again.  Dark Angel grimaces with the exertion, but
then, with a final lunge of strength, is able to win the battle of wills
and whips his opponent's weapon away.  He grins as his adverary's eyes
widen in the realization that he is a- bout to meet death.  Dark Angel
suddenly ducks, and the fifth assassin's sword cleaves his comrade-in-arms
head clean from his neck.  Dark Angel drives his blade into the combatee's
lung, then twisting it as it exits the man's back. The body slumps down
limply atop Dark Angel, who pivots and uses the body as a shield against
the onslaught of 10mm shells from his own weapon, which was re- trieved by
the remaining killer.  The body is sauteed into a fine red mist as Dark
Angel charges the assassin.  The ninja panics when, at the last second,
the clip empties of bullets.  He dives aside as his fellow soldier's body
is thrwon at him by Dark Angel, who then pummels the final man-at-arms
with a de- vestating side thrust kick to the groin.  He grabs the man by
the throat, throwing him against the wall and pinning him there. D: "WHO
SENT YOU!!!!" The flash of lightening is seen as thunder rolls through the
alleyway almost instantaneously after.  The ninja rolls something around
in his mouth.  Dark Angel, believing the man is about to spit in his face,
draws back a fist in retaliation, but then realizes the man's actions.  A
hiss is heard as the man crunches down on a tablet.  Almost
instantaneously his eyes roll back and he trembles, then goes limp from
the poison.  Dark ANgel drops the body to the floor of the alleyway. D: 
"Damm" Rain begins to patter about the grisley scene as police sirens are
heard in the background.  Dark Angel retrieves his weapons and races off
into the shadows. There are more questions than answers running through
his mind. 

++++++END: Videofile.Test.One:Dark 

I'm pleased at your "performance" tonight, Dark One.  We'll have to do it
again sometime, wouldn't you say?]<<<<<
        -- The Raven <Darkest/Knight>

>>>>>[You will be mine.]<<<<<
         --  Dark Angel <Fallen/Soul>

>>>>>[YHVH, I love these people.  Hey, do either of you need some handy
backup?  I'm qualified, and if you really want to, you can ask me about them.
Not the best of ideas, but you can.]<<<<<
                                -- Macros the Black (17:36:45/6-7-55)

>>>>>[ SpotOn pack your bags, we are going on a trip, I have some, ahhh,
research to do. ]<<<<<
        --  Fenris <18:04:22/06-07-55>

>>>>>[ A trip, where, when, why??? ]<<<<<
        --  SpotOn <18:07:47/06-07-55>

>>>>>[ Australia, I am in need of some materials, I believe they will be
easier to obtain there. Oh, we leave tomorrow night! ]<<<<<
        --  Fenris <18:09:35/06-07-55>

>>>>>[ Tomorrow night!!! Um, sorry Heather, but it looks like I'm going
to be busy, I wont be able to meet you. ]<<<<<
        --  SpotOn <18:09:56/06-07-55>

>>>>>[ If anyone out there needs any errands performed in Australia, we
are taking jobs, team of mage/phy adept, single target wetwork is the
speciality. Can handle infiltration, and, well, just about anything,
just encrypt all offers under Beauty and the Beast, someone will make
sure we get them. ]<<<<<
        --  Fenris <18:12:42/06-07-55>

>>>>>[ Fenris, am _I_ Beauty or the Beast? ]<<<<<
        --  SpotOn <18:12:57/06-07-55>

>>>>>[ Both! ]<<<<<
        --  Fenris <18:13:00/06-07-55>

>>>>>[Och, I'm glad you've changed your mind, Cerise.  I'm looking forward
to our meeting.  SpotOn: I'll be in town for.....a little while; maybe
I'll still be around when you return? 

Colin: The Sheraton?  I'm touched by your generousity, but it's really not
necessary.  Why don't I just stay at your place?  I know you're going to
be gone for a while--I can clean the place up for you.  And who do you
have to take care of your wee cat?]<<<<<
        --Heather (22:24:42/6-7-55)

>>>>>[You know, I'm no longer sure getting out of town was such a
bonnie idea.....Of course, I don't think I'd want to be anywhere near
that lunch date......Oh well, I shouldn't be gone for too much longer,
another week or so at most, maybe I can contain the damage before it
gets too severe.

Lassie, I don't own a cat.  And i insist on the Sheraton.  Think nothing
of it, it's been a good year.]<<<<<
        --Highlander (23:27:34/6-7-55)

>>>>>[You mean you didn't bring Rascal with you?!  I'm shocked!  What
did you do with the wee one?

Oh, by the way, I need your address soon--remember, I get in Friday.
'Stalker, can you pick me up from the airport?]<<<<<
        --Heather (22:31:55/6-7-55)

>>>>>[ No problem, Heather.  We can get that drink before I take you over to
Highlander's place. ]<<<<<
        -- Nightsatlker <23:36:42/06-07-55>

>>>>>[Laddie, there's a perfectly usable hotel room waiting for Heather to
use.  My place is still a mess from my moving in, anyway, and if she
unpacks for me, I'll neverfind anything!]<<<<<
        --Highlander (00:49:34/6-8-55)

*****Private: Nightstalker
>>>>>[I'm warning you, laddie.......]<<<<<
        --Highlander (00:51:43/6-8-55)

>>>>>[Hi chummers. I need some assitance for a job in about 1-2 weeks. The
job will include a datasteel from a corporation and possible a extraction.
The Job will last for 2-5 days if the extraction have to be done. else it will
be a one night job. The target of the run(s) is a Seattle AAA corportaion
building. My Mr. Johnson will pay everyone around 100.000 for the job.

        We need:
                Rigger with a Heli
                Decker for matrix cover
                and some sam's

        We are:
                "Nighahwk" the Shadow of the Night
                "Major" of Death
                (2 mages)]<<<<<
        - Nighthawk <04:50/06-08-5>

>>>>>[ Hmm. The money looks pretty, but what tyes of mages are you ? I can
provide a sam-job, but if I have to use magic (I'm a wolf-shaman) it will
cost you more ... 
       
Mail me under >>Encrypted<< and discuss it ! ]<<<<<
  	--   Moonshine (HOWL and FIGHT) <18:03:44/06.08.55>

>>>>>[NightHawk, I am back in town after a leave of absence.  I would be
honored to work with you again.  What's up?]<<<<<
   -- Jasmine (10:12:34/6-8-55)

>>>>>[Dragon Eyes, I'm in the state and on my way. I might be slightly
late. I've never meet so many racists gits in all my life. I asked some
kiddies where the nearest Comm Unit was. They were just telling me when
one of them notice I'm an Elf. The small smegger spat on me and started
swearing and screaming. When a couple of 'pleasant' locals tried to
re-design my face I left quickly. I've yet to meet any one who has even
attempted to being polite once they see my race. Gawd, Mississippi- what a
racisted, scum ridden, dreking pit ! 

Luckly I don't like violence, or I might have mashed more than one of
these misrable mud-sucking, bigoted, slimey...*Deep Breath* I'll calmed
down in a bit. And the fraggin' beer taste like drek.]<<<<<
        -WHAT(18:15:12/08-06-55)

*****Private to: Nighthawk, Major.
>>>>>[The offer sounds nice. However, I'm currently involved in some
business, and I don't know when it will finish. But if I got a little
time, I would be happy to help you. BTW, I'm not a samurai, but I'm
close. I am able to deck, but it's not my strong point, but maybe
I can offer a real decker some assistance. Greetings, ]<<<<<
        -- Aardvark (19:48:13/8-6-55)

>>>>>[Nighthawk, your request is certainly tempting; 100k is decent pay
for a week of work.  However, how well would a doubletap artist work
within such an endeavor?  And I am curious, as well -- what type of mages
are you and your 'friend,' the Major?  If you can give me a time/place to
meet you, I would be willing to discuss matters with you.]<<<<<
	-- Macros the Black (11:12:52/6-8-55) 

>>>>>[ Hey all! Long time no hear. Seems I always dig up videos these
days, but I found this one, was shot last night sometime. It turned out to
be quite eventful. Keep in mind the camera shooting was horrendous. Also I
suppose I should give you background on the lame shooting. 

C-33 was a local pirate news feed that likes showing good ol' explosions
that happened in New York area, were on the scene checking out a nice
arson-type job. The police were on the scene but had their hands full with
the crowd, since it happened near JFK. 

+++++ Begin Transmitting video

The first image is that of a pure chaos. The building that is being shown
is a literal inferno. You can see the massive crowds (the people must have
not had anything better to do), and the police are having trouble
containing them. All of a sudden gunfire erupts from somewhere. The crowd
panics, turning ugly. 

The camera gets dropped for a bit, and then you get treated to a wonderful
view of a riot in action. 

Suddenly the camera lifts upwards. Scanning up the raging building, and
stops at a figure up on the roof. Through magnification, it seems like
just an average ordinary guy. The gun he's holding sure isn't though. It's
an assault rifle, probably an hk 227. You see the burst fire from the gun,
and then the guy moves, almost cat-like. You see him quickly fit something
-- probably a sound suppressor on the barrel, and quickly test the gun.
Then he continues moving. The surprising speed, he leaps to the roof of
another building. 

The image shits as the camera-man must be fighting his way through the
crowd. You then get a wonderful view of a camera shooting forward, running
up the stairs. You can tell the picture has been enhanced, because there
wasn't nearly enough lighting. Very carefully, you see an shakey hand open
up the door to the rooftop. And then... well, the camera just sat there
and waited. 

Out on this rooftop you see, 9 individuals. 7 of them are in urban
camoflogue and are pretty hard to see. The other two, are in fairly
civilian clothes. One has the assualt rifle out, and the other has just a
pistol out.  The 6 of the seven surround the two "civilians". and the
seventh, a human female you guess, is standing a little further back. 

Finally, sound kicks in... 
"... And dear, dear sir. How mighty ya've fought for yar country. To bad
they label ya a traitor. I have waited ah long time to kill you. And
frankly . . . ya deserve it... (static) How fitting that on your second
trip to North America since you've been ah traitor to yar country will be
yar last."

She raises her hand. The 6 others aim thier guns. You note that they have
shifted position so that they won't kill themselves on a cross-fire. The
two civilians, however don't even look remotely afraid. (Note: the camera
still hasn't gotten a good look at their faces. But the stance of the two
speaks volumes for the amount of experience they must have.)

One of the civilians (the one with pistol speaks up): "Dear Steelwings...
and I use the term losely. (She is about to lower her hand but must have
hestitated.) While I suppose you are justly in your cause, and I can even
commend you for it, I have no intention, nor does my comrade of dying
today. As you can see, you are quite foolish to have not bring a mage to
protect you because, well you can't lower your hand. DUCK!"

The two civilians hit the deck and go in opposite directions. Steelwings,
in the back, is still stuck there in her remarkably foolish predicament. 

The other civilian, made a tight shoulder roll and viciously slammed the
muzzle of the gun into one of the camoflouge dudes ribs and fires the gun
rapidly. He skillfully sends the body in the line of fire in one of the
mercs path, and the other merc, not expecting him to move so quickly
misses with his shots rather badly. 

On the other side, the guy who did the talking, casts a errr... forked
lighting bolt at two of the mercs dropping them, and calmly draws a sword
to deal with the last one. That merc, realizing his situation misses with
a burst and then draws a monosword and moves to engage him. You realize
that the civilian chanting. But you cannot make out the words. 

The two mercs decide on opening fire on the other civilian, which sends
him diving for cover. But it doesn't keep him there apparently, because
the camera lost him. 

Shifting back to the other side of things again, the sword fight is a
fairly even match. One of the mercs, moved over and shouts: "Drop your
weapon and surrender bastard. Otherwise your death will be painful."

Guy: "But it won't be as embarrasing as yours." He smiles, steps back from
the merc he was fighting and lowers his sword. "Steelwings, do you have
anything to add about your teams performance?"

The camera shifting over to Steelwings, sees her raise her gun and puts a
burst into two of the mercs, dropping them stunned. She then points to
shoot at the last merc, but then swings then gun at the guy and screams:
"Ya'll pay for that ya drek-head."

Guy: "Damn. Lost control. Since you admired the spell I used so much...
here you go."

He gestures and a black net appears, and wraps itself around Steelwings,
driving itself deeper and deeper and deeper. You hear an agonizing scream
that shreds your heart with the amount of pain and suffering it contains,
and then she slumps over. 

The merc who was moving in for the kill, just stares in amazement. And
then drops to the ground. The camera focuses on the other civilian who
used the butt of his rifle to drop the merc. He says: "You didn't have to
do that."

The response was lost in static, but the camera catches them running away. 

+++++ End transmission. 

Sorry about the sloppiness of the clip, the guy was not a professional.
That net thing reminds me of Nightmare. Let's see, that is the fifth time
I heard it being used. Of those times, only AJ and Bruce survived it. 

In a news article and I am not going to transmit it now, it mentioned the
inferno and the dead mercs and Steelwings. They id. all the bodies over
there. The riot did some nasty damage to the area, and the building was
wasted. One last thing of note that wasn't in the newsnet was that two
hours after the video was realeased on the pirate net, the net went under
by what looked like to me a competition hit. Well as usual, justice got
served, but probably not in the way Steelwings would have liked.]<<<<<
        -- Scourge <3:44:43/6-8-55>

*****Private to: Nighthawk, Major.
>>>>>[The offer sounds nice. However, I'm currently involved in some
business, and I don't know when it will finish. But if I got a little
time, I would be happy to help you. BTW, I'm not a samurai, but I'm
close. I am able to deck, but it's not my strong point, but maybe
I can offer a real decker some assistance. Greetings, ]<<<<<
        -- Aardvark (19:48:13/8-6-55)

>>>>>[ Hoi chummer. Also looking for this neat job ?
       
As you know, I mailed him to talk about the detailes, but he did't
responded. Seemed that he's occupied by other means than roaming the
net... ]<<<<<
    -- Moonshine (HOWL and FIGHT) <16:39:23/06.09.55>

***** Private to: Nighthawk,Major
>>>>>[ It seemed that our meeting wasn't that big thing ... Mail back, if
you're interested in my help (magically or muscle) sattelite adress:
[s--ad--w] at [POOL.informatik.rwth-aachen.de] I'm waiting 'till 06.14.55. One day
later and we don't know us! Got it ? 
       

P.S.: I'll choose my companions carefully ]<<<<<
   --  Moonshine (HOWL and FIGHT) <16:42:34/06.09.55>

***** Private to: Macros

>>>>>[ Hmmm. It seems that we will get more mages than sams... If we don't
get masses of diaperpooper wannabee mages >> (I've got a fireball 5) ,
quote of a poser <<, the run should be manageable ... 

+++++ Load picture of an Icebear holding a bottle of Pushkin Wodka
	If you're new to the shadowland, I didn't intended to annoy you (
	everybody was a newbie...) but you should be good in one area of
	magic (combat, healing, illusion , melee ...) Nasdarowje ]<<<<<
    -- Moonshine (HOWL and FIGHT) <16:46:05/06.09.55>

>>>>>[ Hoi again chummers!
       
Looking in the net for runners interested in this nice job (100 KY is nice
because I'm somewhat short on cash ...) I found LOTS of mages
(Jasmine,Major,...) and only one assistant decker. I can take sam-duties
(my LMG is one of the deadliest known among those who had the luck
watching me and survived that :-) ) but be the only (semi)sam in the run
will be something weired.  Those chromeboxes are hungry for money to
upgrade their stuff ... If someone got a meeting-place (and time), how
about sending it to us interested (encryped of course, I don't wanna see
Lonestar cells again from the inside ...) ]<<<<<
   --  Moonshine (HOWL and FIGHT) <17:01:44/06.09.55>

>>>>>[ 'You will be mine?'

Hey, Dark Angel, I'm not that kind of bird!!!  ]<<<<<
        -- The Raven <Ruffled/Feathers>

>>>>>[ Hi everyone... I thought you might be interested in what happened
at the meeting that FireWraith set up. I know I kept it fairly quiet, but
that was to try and prevent certain people from finding out where we were.
It turns out that was a moot point. Here is the video from security's
point of view. It's mostly through camera's set up so that Highlander
could keep security going through out. He also had the ability to talk in
any of the rooms that he so choosed to. 

+++++ Start video.
As the screen flashes to black, there is a little intro message. "This
video started being shot at 21:49 on 6/8/55." The screen cycles through
various colors and then scans the surroundings. You see a picteresque
little plantation that is in the middle of nowhere. The view slowly pans
up to the mansion. On the porch is an middle-aged elf, with long wiry
black hair. His face looks like it has seen one too many years in the sun
and is slightly wrinkled. He is wearing leather pants, mocassins, and an
open vest. He is also wearing a fair share of necklaces and rings, and
bracelets. He has no visible weapons on him. In his lap he has a drum of
some sort, and he is quietly playing away. The rhythm he is playing,
reminds you of something peaceful, like the little rustling of leaves, or
the sound of a waterfall. The music almost seems to convey a sense of
peace and relaxation. The screen suddenly identifies him as DragonEyes. 

A voice pipes into the background. You immediately recongize it as
Highlander's.

*Highlander* Sorry to interupt DragonEyes, but it seems the lad WHAT has
arrived in a car. Should be arriving to the manor in 2 minutes.
*DragonEyes* Don't be sorry my friend, after all, this is one of the things you
are getting paid for.

DragonEyes smiles, and continues drumming.

The image shifts to a battered old four door car. The car, probably a cheap
Ford or something, looks like it tried to compete in a Demolition Derby, and
somehow survived... barely. The driver, you can only know he is elf by the fact
that you have seen other pictures of him before, is smoking a nico-stick, and
seems to be very nervous. The beauty of the land he is driving through, while
calming him a little, doesn't seem to help that much.  And you watch the car
wind through the various paths until it ends up in front of the porch. Then
What gets out of the car. You are still amazed at how short he is. He is
wearing a straw hat which mostly covers his short black hair. The straw hat,
you note, doesn't really match at all with the very broken in look of the grey
duster that he is also wearing. He gets out of the car, finishes his nico-stick
and starts another one, almost immediately. He then reaches into his car grabs
a shotgun (you guess a Remington ... maybe a 999), and slings a bag over his
left shoulder. He then shuts the car door, and walks calmly toward the porch.

DragonEyes apparently was watching all of this with quite some amusement, at
least that is the case judging by the smile on his face.

*DragonEyes* Welcome to "Leaden Ham Plantation". How's life been treating you,
What?
*WHAT* What was that name... Leaden Ham... how fitting. I'm doing fine.

He shakes hands with DragonEyes.

*What* How are ya?
*DragonEyes* I would be better if there were a little less amount of
uncertainties in my life right now. The meeting is taking place ... Let's see
up the main stairs, fourth door on the left. And on your way, you might want to
say hi to Highlander, who's listening in on all of this...
*Highlander* Och, hello lad. How was your trip here?

What is momentarily startled, but quickly recovers.
*What* Aside from the natives, being bloody fraggin' racists, it was fine. How
are you and the gals? (He smiles)
*Highlander* Och, don't be reminding me lad. I have a job that I still have to
do.
*What* (smiles warmily) By the way, how much is it worth to ya to make sure you
disappear if Heather proves to be too much?
*Highlander* Now lad, let's not get into that now. We have plenty of other
things to do today.

What smiles and enters the door.
*What* My you sure have a nice little pad here.
*DragonEyes* We have "rented" it for the week. Too bad it's in such a horrible
neighborhood.
*What* What neighborhood? There is nothing around here for miles?
*DragonEyes* I was thinking of all those racist snots in the nearest town.
*What* Oh yeah.

What slowly climbs the stairs. Taking all the time in the world to soak in the
sights of the mansion.

*DragonEyes* Highlander, remind What that this meeting is supossed to be
non-violent.
*Highlander* Consider it done.

As What is passing the first door on the left, Highlander pipes in (which makes
What jump a foot): "Lad, DragonEyes asked me to remind you that this was
supposed to be a peaceful meeting. Use your weapons only in self-defense.
DragonEyes doesn't really want to pay the owner for damages.

*What* I understand.

What finally gets to the fourth door on the left. He opens the door, and walks
in. The room is a modest little meeting room. There is a white noise generator
nicely humming along. The meeting table is made from you hazard teak wood, and
the chairs are nice leather ones. There is a what looks like a fully stocked
bar in the back with a pot of coffee and tea going as well on a make-shift
stove that looks badly out of place. Also inside, you see a human, who has his
head shaved. He is wearing all black, and is playing a guitar. (The screen
labels him as Blitzkrieg). You can also see the faint glimmer of a silver
necklace on him.

Seeing What, Blitzkrieg stops playing and motions him to come in. He then gets
up and hugs him.

*Blitzkrieg* How are you?
*What* Been an interesting trip down here and all. And I've done a fair bit
since the last time we saw each other.
*Bltizkrieg* I bet. I've mostly read all the logs since I've been out of
action. The hardest one to read was the fact FireWraith is back. I still
haven't figured out about that one.

What looks somewhat shocked, but hides it fairly well in the act of lighting
yet another nico-stick.

Blitzkrieg, noticing his shock: "You didn't expect me to come into the meeting
totally unaware. I eventually got it out of DragonEyes himself, but he was
adamant in the fact that he wasn't going to let me see her until today. It
probably was for the best. Because I have finally had enough time to think
things through a little bit. But... I'll save that for later."

---
*DragonEyes* Highlander... Are your scanners picking up our newest guest. It
seems a watcher has caught a sighting of someone.
*Highlander* No. I'll scan some more.
*DragonEyes* I'm going to go astral briefly to see who it is.
*Highlander* Okay.

DragonEyes body slumps over. A few moments pass and it uprights itself and
continues drumming.

*Highlander* Still haven't found anything.
*DragonEyes* Check quardrant 5-c real good.
*Highlander* ... ... Ah yes. So he's really good. It's hard to make out who he
is.  I take it by the fact that you have me looking for him, he isn't hostile?
*DragonEyes* (smiles) No, at least he isn't yet. It's Doomsday.
*Highlander* I'll make sure the rest don't get through that easily.
*DragonEyes* Call it a what you want but I think that we'll have a tougher time
spotting Shadowfox. He specializes in infiltrating places.
*Highlander* Och, then I'll just try harder to bring that lad back to the
ground.
*DragonEyes* (Grins) You do that... What's Doomsday's eta?
*Highlander* 1 minute. He's making good time. I just found where he hid his
vehicle. That's going to be real hard to find if someone else is looking for
it. The lad must be taking after Shadowfox.
*DragonEyes* Great. Another one. Just what the world needed.

Out of the woodwork comes Doomsday, not a small troll to say the least. He is
wearing decent armour and has an assault rifle and a nice huge sword of some
sort. He walks up to DragonEyes and bearhugs him.

*Doomsday* It's been too long. How have you been?
*DragonEyes* I've been taken on too much stuff. I really miss Johnathan's help.
*Doomsday* They don't make too many like him anymore. Hang in there.
*DragonEyes* Is that a claymore?
*Doomsday* Yeah. Picked up in Denver of all places. Had to replace the
monosword I dropped off a building rooftop last week.
*DragonEyes* Nice tan.
*Doomsday* (smiles) You got a decent one too, considering how much time you
used to spend in doors.
*DragonEyes* Since Monday I've been spending a lot of time outdoors. It's
really nice. Maybe after this I'll take a week vacation. I sure could use it.
*Doomsday* So could I. Anyway, instead of me chatting all day out here, where
is everybody else?
*DragonEyes* Before I tell you, why are you working with him?
*Doomsday* Him? Oh, I suppose you mean Herr Nightmare. Well... It's a very long
story. One that Shadowfox will probably have to repeat a few times. Let's just
say that it suited Shadowfox's needs, once we figured out that he was a loyal
pup. Until two weeks ago, I didn't fully trust him. I don't know if I do yet.
I know Shadowfox doesn't.
*DragonEyes* You hear about Steelwings?
*Doomsday* You mean the broad that was tracking him.... rumormill has it that
she almost caught them in London.
*DragonEyes* Newsnet has it that she died the same way Gutterrat did in New
York.
*Doomsday* I thought he ... hmmm... this will be an interesting day.
*DragonEyes* Indeed. I can't wait to hear your excuses for working with him.
*Doomsday* (sighs) I don't suppose it would be too much to ask for some
tolerance. We've all had to kill someone in a way we didn't want to. I used to
work with a person who had a nasty habit of raping them before he killed them.
Of course that one solved itself by the cops finally catching him.
*DragonEyes* (raises an eyebrow) You forgiven him for killing Gutterrat?
*Doomsday* I never tried to. I don't think I could.
*DragonEyes* Well, we can talk about it more inside when everybody gets here.
It's supposed to be peaceful meeting. Try and make sure that Nightmare doesn't
get shot on sight by WHAT. I'll try and make sure Bruce doesn't fry someone. No
garuntees on how FireWraith will react to any of us. The room in question is up
the main stairs... fourth door on the left.

*Doomsday* (nods) Okay see you in a bit. Is Gawk coming to this?
*DragonEyes* Couldn't reach him. I doubt he'll show up.

Doomsday nods and enters the house. "Nice place. Too bad it's in this part of
the country. I never truly liked the CAS. Too much bad history." With that he
heads up the stairs.
---
*Highlander* Laddie, if you don't mind me saying so, that didn't really solve
anything.  Lighting a torch to remind him of Gutterrat, may have not been the
kindest thing you could have done to the poor lad.
*DragonEyes* As he said, it's going to be an interesting day. And I wanted him
to be thrown at him before FireWraith used it against him. He took it fairly
stoically. He's been around Shadowfox for too long. It's a shame.
*Highlander* Why's that?
*DragonEyes* He's hiding his feelings. It makes them harder to get them to
understand what everyone has gone through, and makes them a little less
metahuman. Of course anyone with a bunch of cyber and bioware is a little less
metahuman. (DragonEyes starts drumming again.)
---
*Doomsday* Knock knock...
*WHAT* Well a bloody hello to ya. It's been too long.
*Doomsday* Yeah it has... a damn shame that I missed the party on going for
Ganz. But I made the one for Gallean, and that was quite the blast.
*WHAT* So I've heard. Luckly you didn't lose your head.
*Doomsday* I've been told that for the past 7 years. Hello Blitzkrieg.

Blitzkrieg just stares at him.

*Doomsday* Is something wrong....? (mutters something) I showered this morning
so I shouldn't be that offensive.

Blitzkrieg continues to be silent. Doomsday seems very hurt, and just after
standing there, just sits down near the door.

*WHAT* (nervously) Shame about your sword...
*Doomsday* (halfheartedly) yeah.

And then there was silence, as Doomsday stares at the floor, What fidgets
around and continues to smoke, and Blitzkrieg turns and stares at a wall.
---
*Highlander* Incoming car. It's Bruce. I think.
*DragonEyes* Probably is. It's kind of hard to mistake the scars that Nightmare
left him.
*Highlander* Och, what are the chances of this going off with out any attempts
at violence.
*DragonEyes* (sighs sadly) Probably none. What will be contained by Doomsday
and maybe Shadowfox. Bruce and Blitzkrieg, it's kind of hard to say. And
FireWraith is a complete unknown. After all she tried to kill me once. (sighs)

A nice little pick-up truck pulls up. Out steps Bruce. It still is a bit of a
shock to see him. He has short sandy broun hair, stuble, and his face and hands
have a ugly black grid covering them. He is wearing a nice leather hat and has
a worn-in brown duster. He is wearing jeans and a decent button-down shirt. You
can also see a belt on that has a gun, probably a heavy pistol of some sort,
and a knife on it. He also has a torc covering his neck. He pulls out a shotgun
out of the pickup as well. And then calmly walks toward the porch.

*Bruce* Hello DragonEyes. Long time no see. Heard you've been busy though.
*DragonEyes* Yes. Diana sends a hello through Roxey as well. How are you? I've
been told that I have been negligent in watching over you. But then again, I
wasn't really expecting you to try and work yourself to death.
*Bruce* (sighs) Well, I had trouble, err, coming to terms with my scarring.
I used work as a focus. I guess I finally have a running name. Scarface.
*DragonEyes* Ouch. Not one I would want, but I bet it puts some fear into those
who would employ you.
*Bruce* I never thought about it that way.
*DragonEyes* Only three more guest to arrive after you. Go upstairs, and it is
the fourth door on the left. (DragonEyes grabs Bruce by the arm). And Bruce --
this meeting is supposed to be peaceful. Try and remember that. Only act in
self-defense for what happens here not for past actions. I told that to
FireWraith as well, but who knows how she'll act.
*Bruce* Why the warning?
*DragonEues* I'm starting to be paranoid and don't want to be shot as soon as I
walk into the room. (he shrugs) Just humor me, I'm getting strange in my old
age.
Bruce snorts: Old age... your only 8 months older than I am.

And Bruce heads up the stairs.

*Highlander* Looks like Shadowfox and his "Companion" are going to be let.
*DragonEyes* That is surprising. It's not like him to be late for a meeting.
I'm sure he'll have a good excuse.
---
Bruce pops his head into the room.
*Bruce* Howdy! It's been a long time since I've seen you all. How's it going
Doomsday? (shakes hands with him)
*WHAT* Hiya --
*Doomsday* -- Hello Bruce. It's been an interesting life that I have lead since
we have last set eyes on each other.
*Blitzkrieg* (looking up from the floor) Hi Bruce.
*Bruce* I bet. How are you Blitzkrieg? I'm glad to see you're not drugged up.
*Bltizkrieg* (softly) I've been worse.
*Bruce* (nods sadly) And you What?
*What* I've been doing well for myself. How are you? And how is Diana (he grins
miscieviously)?
*Bruce* I guess I am doing well. It's been a long trip out here. People down
here don't like people who are different. I have had a lot of problems with my
looks and all. Don't want to think of what it has been like for you Doomsday.
*Doomsday* not to pleasant. Actually, I've managed to keep all contact down to
a dull roar by traveling by car. It only got hard when I needed more supplies
or wanted a shower.
What laughs a little bit to suddenly, like he is trying to cheer people up.
---
*Highlander* Och, It's ten o'clock. Thier late.
*Shadowfox* No we aren't.

The camera shifts suddenly and your treated to the view of two humans, very
similiar build, exept that one has a full beard and the other has a goutee.
You guess the darker one (they both have really good tans -- the one that is
Shadowfox, you can tell by the close cropped black hair (a crewcut of some
sort). The other one, you guess is Nightmare, has blond hair that is cut very short, but not as short as
Shadowfox's.)

*DragonEyes* Sure -- give me a heart failure like that. How was your trip back?
*Shadowfox* Eventful. Allow me to introduce Nightmare. (DragonEyes and
Nightmare shake hands.)
*Nightmare* I have heard a lot of positive things about you from Shadowfox.
DragonEyes nods.
*DragonEyes* Unfortunately, I can't say the same about you.
*Nightmare* Hopefully, that will change soon. Shall we get this meeting on with
it?
*DragonEyes* Soon. But first, I want to mention that this is supposed to be a
peaceful meeting. Don't kill the people already here or FireWraith.
*Shadowfox* She isn't here yet.
*DragonEyes* No -- she -- wanted to be the last one here. Her choice. I just
set the damn thing up. Nightmare, is there a way to undo your spell on Bruce?
*Nightmare* I'm working on it, but I rather not test it out on him first, in
case it makes it worse instead of better.
*Shadowfox* (angerly) But you said you were also working on a version of the
net that didn't kill it's target.
*Nightfox* (sighs) If they have magic in them, it shouldn't. I guess I haven't
tweaked it enough for mundanes.
*DragonEyes* (coldly) So let me guess you have two versions, one that kills and
one that makes them wounded enough to keep them out of action for a month or
so.
*Nightmare* That was the general idea behind it. Mercs respect not killing when
you can and don't go seeking revenge. Shadowrunners, were a different breed
then I was expecting as far as the honour thing goes. But I'll explain more of
that when everybody is here.
*DragonEyes* How long have you been listening in to what's been going on here?
*Shadowfox* We've been in hearing range for the past 7 minutes.
*DragonEyes* (shakes his head and sighs) Then you know where the room is.
*Nightmare* Up the stairs and the 4th door on the left?
*DragonEyes* Correct, but hold on a second, I want to send a watcher to
FireWraith to tell her that everyone is here.

DragonEyes concentrates for a few seconds and then motions for them to follow.
The go up the stairs real quietly. DragonEyes first, then Shadowfox. Bringing
up the rear is Nightmare. When they got out side the room they and you hear
What scream, "Shadowfox - DragonEyes, look out behind you." ]<<<<<
        -- DragonEyes <14:31:30/6-9-55>

*****Private to: Moonshine
>>>>>[Whatcha need done?  The Dark Angel, at your service.  Professional Records
Alteration and Searches done in a clean, timely manner.  And if the nuyen isn't
in my account in a clean, timely manner, Bad things will happen.  Trust me,
chummers.]<<<<<
        --  Dark Angel <Fallen/Soul>

>>>>>[
+++++ Continuing Transmission (y/n)? y

Shadowfox and Nightmare immediately registered the statement that WHAT had
screamed and hit the deck and rolled to the side. DragonEyes was utterly
confused, and just plain hit the deck. Doomsday jumps up and says, "What the
frag did you see?"

Bruce picks up the shotgun and calmly loads it.

What: Nightmare.

Bruce, no longer calm, quickly finishess loading the gun, and prepares to move
out. Doomsday blocks the door.

Doomsday: Hate to break it to you both, but I guess FireWraith wanted him here.
She had DragonEyes invite him.

WHAT: WHAT!?! Has she ....
Bruce: Just fraggin' great.

Doomsday gets tapped on the shoulder.
Shadowfox: A couple of centimeters further back and you would have flatten
DragonEyes. Care to let me in.

Doomsday (smiles and shakes Shadowfox's hand): I see you got in okay.
Shadowfox: Well you could say that (picks up DragonEyes) it was an eventful
trip. How did hunting Gallean go?
Doomsday: He's dead as a doornail.
Shadowfox: Hi Bruce.
Bruce: (angerly) Hi Shadowfox, you, Doomsday and DragonEyes knew about this all
along and didn't say anything! How could you!

(What trying to control his anger, lights another nico-stick)

DragonEyes: Wasn't our choice to make. It was FireWraith's. I guess she --

A feminine voice from behind Nightmare says: I wanted you all to be on unequal
footing.

The image shifts. FireWraith still looks as stunning as she always had, With
her long wavy red hair, green eyes, and wonderful looking legs. She's wearing a
decent set of clothes, that fit her nicely. She is carring no obvious weapons,
(besides herself).

FireWraith (coldly): Greetings asshole (directed to Nightmare). You mind
entering the room so we can get this under way.

Nightmare (cooly): No not at all. I would be a gentleman and offer you entry
first, but gauging your face, I would say all you want me to do is just up and
die. So I'll enter.

Nightmare enters the room. He scans the room, noticing WHAT visibly shaking, to
Bruce's glaring. What stops his scan is Blitzkrieg. Nightmare walks up to him,
and kneels down. He lowers his head, and you can hear the pain in his voice.
"How our family was used...."

Blitzkrieg: (bitterly) and you bought the line of worms they were feeding us,
hook, line and sinker.

Blitzkrieg shoves him. "Get out of my face."

Blitzkrieg gets up and walks to the bar. "What's this... all non-alcholic
drinks... what gives?"

DragonEyes: I figured we didn't need anyone's judgement being reduced by
alchol, so I made sure none was present.
Doomsday: Why am I not surprised. Well instead of everyone glaring at each
other, why don't we take off our jackets and stay a while. This is going to
take a while, and I don't think it is going to be too comfortable in jackets.
DragonEyes: Not a bad idea.

He goes over to the make-shift oven and makes himself a cup of tea. Shadowfox
goes over and grabs some soda. He then takes off his jacket and sits down.  He
is wearing a plain brown t-shirt. On his left bicep you can see part of a
wildcat tattoo, and on his right forearm he has an ornate tattoo of an Eagle.

DragonEyes sits down, at the far end of the table, back to the door. FireWraith
puts herself at the far end of the table, opposite DragonEyes. Blitzkrieg was
already sitting on DragonEyes immediate left, and resumes sitting there after
fixing himself a cup of ice tea. Shadowfox is sitting next to Blitzkrieg.

Doomsday takes off his jacket and on his right forearm there is also an ornate
tattoo of an eagle. It's hard to say, but you think there are some major
differences in the tattoo. He grabs a mug of coffee and sits down across from
Shadowfox.

Nightmare gets a cup of water. He then sits down inbetween DragonEyes and
Doomsday. You notice that Nightmare too has a tattoo of an eagle on his right
forearm. It would probably be a safe wager to assume that it too is different
from Doomsday and Shadowfox's. What seeing what seats are left takes off his
duster and sits down as well inbetween FireWraith and Doomsday. Bruce noticing
that only one chair is left sits down between Shadowfox and FireWraith.

For a few moments everything is tensly quiet, the only sound is that of the
swamp cooler and the white noise generator.

DragonEyes: Well, while it's all dandy that we are in the middle of nowhere and
sitting here nice and proper don't you think we should get this show on the
road? (looks at FireWraith) You wanted this... you start it. I just want to
make it clear that I think you are wasting your time.

FireWraith gulps, and looks around the room. You immediately notice that she
had to force herself to look at Blitzkrieg. Her looks varied from casual at
What and DragonEyes, to anger at Doomsday, Shadowfox, and Bruce, to absolute
hatred when she looked at Nightmare, to pain when she looks at Blitzkrieg.

FireWraith: (softly) I guess the reason I called this was so that I could
figure things out. From what I know, you abandoned me to Nightmare and Hammer,
who used me as a tool to break Blitzkrieg, and then Bruce, What, and Diana
try to kill me, and instead, I was barely able to save myself. What gives?

She looks around the room silently. Bruce clears his throught a little.

Bruce: At first we tried to find you when you disappeared. Then by the time we
figured out what happened to you, DragonEyes and I had trouble making a
decision on what to do. I suppose most of the indecision should be pinned on
me. I -- was afraid that I would kill you, but I was also afraid of the
inaction that was being caused by my indecisiveness. When I made the decision
to try the spell out, Diana and What were adamant in going with me. I (he
trails off)...
WHAT: We didn't want you to go alone. (coldly) I wasn't expecting Nightmare and
Hammer to turn up, but it wouldn't have changed my decision. Words bloody well
don't describe what I went through, but I wouldn't leave a friend in a lurch.
FireWraith: (angerly) What gave you the right to decide my "fate"? What gives
any of you the right.... (she looks at Nightmare) I thought Hammer would be
coming with you (you could have easily added the word "bastard" afterwards)
Nightmare: I didn't think that was wise given the fact that he wants me and you
dead.
Bruce: (sarcastically) What a shame he wants you dead!
WHAT nods in agreement. Doomsday snorts.
Shadowfox (sighs): Perhaps the whole story might be told, to clear things up.
As you have all probably guessed by now, I traveled with Nightmare here. I was
that other individual on the building when Steelwings died.
Nightmare: (mutters) I didn't mean for her to die.
WHAT: Bloody hell. You mean for that fate for everyone that faces you.
Nightmare: THAT ISN'T TRUE.
Doomsday: That sure was the case with Gutterrat.
Nightmare: That was life and death for me. You have a survival instinct and so
do I. So mine gets a little more destructive with life when I get desperate. I
noticed you don't worry about sparring a life when you and I were trapped in
one of the mine shafts...
Doomsday grunts.
Bruce: But selling your family members in for torture is, eh?

Nightmare and Blitzkrieg both wince.

Nightmare: I was blinded by the promises of my government if I did what I did.
I have plenty of regrets, about what happened to my family. I probably caused
most of the damage here.
DragonEyes: As I suspect as always, either you or Shadowfox could step up to
the plate for that one.
WHAT: What does that mean?
Shadowfox: Let's face it, while Nightmare and Blitzkrieg's histories are long
and twisted, if I hadn't been so stubborn and just let go of Rebecca, you would
have never gone to Boston, and then crossed over. It was after Blitzkrieg came
to their attention again, that Nightmare remembered what he long ago tried to
forget.
Nightmare: Blitzkrieg had some sealed memory storage that contained information
about what turly happened in the Euro-wars. It was planted there by our father
who was soon afterwards arrested for treason. In his debriefing, they found out
where he hid the data, and sent a manhunt after Blitzkrieg. My step-mother
bolted with him. The government in response raised me. Lords, know that I
should have seen what was coming when they got there hands on Blitzkrieg.
Bruce: What... that they would use you as an escape-goat?
Nightmare: (laughs sadly) No Hammer started spreading rumors that I like my
true mother and father, and step-mother and half-brother were traitorous. Our
superiors listened and watched. I performed within the assigned duties to keep
them for labelling me a traitor. Part of that was assisting on breaking
Blitzkrieg. They saw I had no stomache for doing that and they ordered Hammer
to do it instead.
FireWraith: I remember the ordering. They had you in tears, and you didn't even
fight the command when you knew full well, what I would be used for.
Nightmare: (bitterly) How can you fight it, when if I did, I wouldn't even get
out of the building alive?
Shadowfox: You don't fight it, and you live. I remember those choices very
well.

Bruce, Blitzkrieg and DragonEyes just stared at Shadowfox.

Shadowfox: Sioux government uses similiar ways of keeping loyalty if you are at
risk of not being completely brain-washed by their propaganda. I left them
rather quickly because of it.
What: In what way did you work for them?
Shadowfox: I was one of there top scouts in the Wildcats. It seems I had an
aptitude for that type of work. They questioned my loyalty and when I realized
that I was being set up to be killed to remove the questions, I bolted. But not
before foolishly proving how good I was. I am constantly being rewarded for
that one. My family was disgraced in society, and they went from being fairly
important to beggars in under a week. It was dishonorable to them for what I
did. (Shadowfox stares at the table).

Bruce: Wait a second... what do you mean in that mine shaft? What the frag are
you doing working with this ... this drek?
Shadowfox: After being making a rather hasty leave of Germany he hunted me
down. Not hard, if you were looking for the right signs in merc quarters. I was
forming a mercenary group. Nightmare, along with a lot of the people I worked
with before joined.
Doomsday: I actually told DragonEyes to relocate before I disappeared. That was
because I saw Nightmare in Denver, and didn't want to risk getting Blitzkrieg
caught.
Nightmare: (snorts) The only thing that finding Blitzkrieg would have granted
me is more misery.
Doomsday: Yeah, well I followed him, and after a long discussion of what the
hell happened, we gave him a series of tests to perform. He did them
exceedingly well.
Shadowfox: And he proved that he wasn't going to backstab me. So I hired him.
Our first job was/still is in Africia. But it got too hot down there for the
time being so a little break from it all was a nice alternative. Doomsday left
before us because of the job offer from Nightstalker. Actually though Doomsday
wanted to do the job, it was Nightmare that forced him to accept it.
Nightmare: People who can't make a decision to help other of his friends out
when they need quality back-up aren't any help to thier friends.
Bruce: I'm amazed you even have loyalty.
Blitzkrieg: Knowing my brother, if he didn't have loyalty he wouldn't be alive
today.

Bruce looks stunned by Blitzkrieg's talking.
Bruce: I'm amazed your defending him.
Blitzkrieg: (coldly) He's the only family I have left. I damn well better give
him a chance before I ignore his overtures.
DragonEyes: A wise man once said, never ignore a person who offers friendship.
Shadowfox: Add a little side note to that, just because they are offering it
doesn't mean its a sincere offer.
Doomsday: But knowing who you can depend upon has always been important in our
business.

After a silence moment, Bruce glares at Nightmare.
Bruce: While we are on the topics of philosophy, why did you scar me like this?
A constant reminder of 'fuck with me and I'll make you miserable?'
Nightmare: Actually, I was puzzled when Doomsday, in an arguement, shouted that
very fact at me. It was supposed to fade and be gone in under a month. I really
haven't had the time to dedicate to why it didn't, but I suspect that because
it happened on the metaplane of fire, the spell was somehow made more powerful.
But the reason I did it was to put you under for a few weeks to make one less
to opposeme in combat. It turns out that I have killed quite a few by the
spell. I'm still working on fine tuning the damn thing.
Doomsday (angerly): That doesn't excuse you from the damage you caused. You
promised me that you wouldn't use it against people until you fixed it.
Nightmare: I thought I had. I guess I was wrong. Shadowfox hasn't stopped
badgering me about it.
Bruce: Maybe you should take that as a lesson and not play with magic you don't
fully understand.
Nightmare: If that is the case, then no magician worth his or her salt would
cast a fraggin' spell. Steelwings was a mistake. She held in her view that I
was an enemy to all and therefore needed to be destroyed. I wanted her to
understand the errors of her ways, but, I slipped and before I realized what I
was doing, casted the spell on her. I fragged up. And as I said before
Shadowfox hasn't let me forget it.
Shadowfox: Somebody has got to bother you about your mistakes. I didn't think
you even had a conscience about it.
Blitzkrieg: If he is anything like me, he has plenty of one.
WHAT: Ya killed Steelwings... ya bloody fragger. Why I out to....

Doomsday grabs WHAT and whispers something in his ear.

DragonEyes: It surprises me that --

*Highlander* Och, sorry to interrupt folks, but we have an armed team heading
this way. I've identified the leader. It's Hammer.
Nightmare: Then let justice be dealt.
Bruce: I agree.

Bruce picks up his gun and almost gets a shot off at Nightmare before Shadowfox
smoothly disarms him.

Shadowfox: You know, Hammer probably would rejoice if you did his work for him.
I would appreciate that you save the bullets with our names on it. Until after
we deal with this. (He slams the gun on table)

*Highlander* Shadowfox, Doomsday, and Nightmare. Since you three seem to be the
merc experts amoung us, what are the chances that this is MET2000 in action?
Doomsday: Too good.
*Highlander* They are splitting into teams of seven teams of three. This could
be real bad. They have a few spellcasters apparently, because they are having a
field day with the spirit guardians that are at least materialized.
DragonEyes: Just fraggin great. You know the town that is near here, I assume.
Let's meet there in as soon as possible. There is an abandoned barn on the
northwest side of town. It won't be as comfortable as here,  but we shouldn't
have company.

Nightmare: We should split into teams.
WHAT: (suspiciously) Why?
Shadowfox: So it is easier to disappear into the surrounding area.
Doomsday: 3 teams of three, assuming that there is no other hidden people
besides Highlander....
DragonEyes: There isn't.
Shadowfox: Here goes nothing. Doomsday, go with DragonEyes and get Highlander
and get out of here. If your vehicle looks tampered with don't touch it, it's
probably been tapped.
Nightmare: I'll go with my half-brother and FireWraith.
Shadowfox: And I'll go with What and Bruce. Very well. Doomsday you have
priority get out of here, fast.
Doomsday: Alright. DragonEyes you set?
DragonEyes: (sighs): I really hate large combats. Set. Catch ya all at the
other place.

DragonEyes grabs his drum. Doomsday throws on his jacket and grabs his sword
and guns. And they leave out of the door.

Shadowfox: Nightmare go in the opposite direction. Try pattern D. I don't think
it will work but it's worth a shoot.
Nightmare: Actually, I had other plans. I'm going for the gold. I'm going to
try and take out Hammer. I am going to use Plan Nightshade.
Shadowfox: Good luck then. I bet Gawk wishes he could have a shot at him.
Nightmare: No offense to him, but I don't care about Gawk right now. He's
minor. It's time for revenge.
Bruce: (coldly) No. That will come later.
Shadowfox: Move out.

Everybody grabs thier gear.

*Highlander* 1.5 minutes till they get to the mansion. About 15 seconds before
they hit, I'll be jacked out. Your on your own then. Good luck. ]<<<<<
        -- DragonEyes <19:00:00/6-9-55>

>>>>>[
+++++ Continue transmission (y/n)? y
The image shifts to DragonEyes and Doomsday, as they hurry down a maze of
corridors.

Doomsday: Geez, someone could get lost in here.
DragonEyes: That was the general idea of things. Why the hell did you have to
team up with Nightmare? What about your friends?
Doomsday: What about dem? Shadowfox is a much a friend as ya are. I knew that
Nightmare would be a touchy subject which was why I was nervous about coming
here, but nerves don't get ya anywhere, so I ignored them. ... Say, where are
we headed? It isn't wise to go underground unless ya have a secret exist down
der...
DragonEyes: We're going down there for three reasons, one I have a vehicle down
there. Two, Highlander is down there, and three, I have a chip that seems to be
very hot down there.
Doomsday: Hope the building doesn't collapse on us.
DragonEyes: If they came for the chip, the building won't. If they came for
Nightmare, who knows. Why did you decide to work for Shadowfox?
Doomsday: I suppose for two reasons. One, I owe da bum (he smiles) for bailin'
me out in Hawaii. Two, I desperately needed da money. Hell we all did. And it
seemed like a good cause.
DragonEyes: What was the cause?
Doomsday: Immediate cause was aidin' dwarves in Africia who are being used as
slaves ta mine down dere. I think long term goal was to make sure governments
don't overstep thier boundaries. Made sense to hear dose goals from Shadowfox
and Nightmare. I know a bit more of thier background den most people do.
Probably from all da hours spent with dem.
DragonEyes: We're almost there. Do you regret your choice?
Doomsday: Not really. I miss runnin' with ma friends, but everyonce in a while,
I get dat too. The thing I miss most is not bein' able ta see people like ya.
Plus, I've gotten ta know Nightmare, and he really isn't any worse dan me or
Shadowfox. Almost everyone who had ta run shadows, has had ta do some cold
blooded killin'.  I guess it's just part of da territory. Nightmare actually
reminded me a lot of Blitzkrieg. Very similiar, except dat Nightmare has no
love of music. He really is hurt by what happened to him.

They enter the room with Highlander who just jacked out. Highlander see them
and smiles faintly. He grabs his trench coat and puts it on. Then he puts on
his hat and scarf. He quickly checks his manhunter and Ingram as he talks.

Highlander: Och, there you lads are. I was beginning to wonder about ya. What
should we do about this chip?
DragonEyes: What's on it?
Highlander: Stuff about a South Eastern Asia government's encryptions. Probably
will be outdated in a few weeks at most.
Doomsday: That's heavy stuff.
DragonEyes: We'll use it as bargaining chip. If we get out without using it, I
think it probably should be destroyed. Even so, it may come back to haunt us.
Highlander: Not if we publicly destroy it.
DragonEyes: Do you think they would believe it if we did it publicly?
Doomsday: Not if dey are as paranoid as da government dat I am dealin' with in
Africia.
DragonEyes: Let's assume not. Is it time to leave?
Highlander: One last command needs to be implemented. Do I leave on the outside
toys? It makes it harder for us all to leave.

DragonEyes looks toward Doomsday. "Your call."
Doomsday: Leave dem on. It's better for everyone to get hassled den no one to
be even bothered. After all, dat's what dey are dere for, right?
DragonEyes: Yes. Leave them on. And you know what to do with the videos,
correct?
Highlander: Och, already set up laddie. As soon as we leave this room, they get
sent, and the room blows up.
DragonEyes: Let's go. It's a good thing we had the barn wired up for a back up.
Highlander: That is true.

With that the image shifts after they all exit out. Highlander was leading,
followed by DragonEyes and then Doomsday.
---
Nightmare: How well do you know the layout of here?
FireWraith: I know the outside real well. The mansion was warded.
Blitzkrieg: I guess I know the inside fairly well. What is plan Nightshade?
Nightmare: Get us a discreet way out of here to the outside, Blitzkrieg. Plan
Nightshade is a fancy term for quietly ruining the chain of command. (softly)
Hammer is using a loose tree of command. Everyone answers to someone, and
everybody knows the whole plan, so that if one of them lives, it will be
carried out. Thus it makes it quite hard to ruin the operation, but all I would
like to do is kill Hammer, and then get out of here. Realistically, we probably
will face him, but not be able to confront him directly. You left your guitar
behind. Don't you want it?
Blitzkrieg: It was a cheap one. The only thing that made it worth anything was
that DragonEyes in a paranoid state made sure it was fireproof.
Nightmare: (chuckles) Some how I am not surprised.
Blitzkrieg: We are almost out.
Nightmare: FireWraith, Hammer doesn't definitely know you are alive. It depends
on how much he checks here for info. I would suggest you either leave
immediately, or seperate yourself from us. It gives you better chances of not
being sucked into being a slave for him again.
FireWraith: Like you care.

Nightmare stops and turns to her: Look for the last fragging time. Yes I give a
fuck. I do fucking care. If I didn't, I wouldn't have even bothered to come
here. Now stop this fucking sarcastic mode and do something smart and make
yourself scarce.
FireWraith: I could help you better by being with you.
Nightmare: You stick out like a sore thumb in astral. You have no masking.
Hammer would find you in no time. It's a dumb move. And if he is in a patient
mood he could capture you again.

Blitzkrieg opens a door: Here we go. Thank god for nighttime.
He exits out of it. FireWraith glares at Nightmare: I'm not through with you.
Nightmare: That's nice. I want to live. I'll see you at the barn.
He exits. FireWraith disappears.

The camera follows them fairly well through the forest. They make really good
time. Blitzkrieg is doing most of the guiding.
Nightmare whispers, "I am amazed, I didn't think there would be any magic left
in you."
Blitzkrieg whispers sadly back, "It doesn't matter, if I cast a spell, I'm just
likely to kill myself."
Nightmare: Give yourself time. You might be able to recover some of your lost
skills.
Blitzkrieg: Is it worth it?
Nightmare: That I am afraid, is something only you can decide. Hmmm. No way of
telling where Hammer is, they probably have us outgunned, out geared, and such.
Shall we just call it a loss?
Blitzkrieg: Why am I not surprised that FireWraith didn't listen to you? Look
at that bonfire. Might as well seal our fates, let's make sure she doesn't get
captured again.
Nightmare: I'll lead.

Using the cover of the night, they move quickly through the trees.
Nightmare: Assuming that I am correct, there are only four teams on the
outside. We are closest not to Hammer's team, but the left team. Let's take
them. That way we get better gear, and nighttime stuff.

Blitzkrieg nods: Looks like they expected FireWraith, they are wearing
Fire-insulated suits.
Nightmare: The one on the left is a full-mage. Take him out. The other two I'll
drop with a sleep spell.
Blitzkrieg: No. Kill them. Neither of us can afford to have people talking
about this. If it is official action, they will be miserable the rest of their
lives with a failure anyway. Because the government can't let them talk. You
know full well what will happen.
Nightmare looks sad: Your right. Here goes. On a three count.

You watch as Nightmare gives a silent three count.
In cold blooded execution style Blitzkrieg snipes the mage, while Nightmare
just casts something that crumples the two guards. As they move in the image
shifts.
---
Bruce: Why did you have to team with that ... that... --
Shadowfox: You mean Nightmare? It was a matter that he was simply the most
qualified for the position. Plus believe it or not, he does care about those he
works with. (Bruce was about to interupt but is forestalled by a hand from
Shadowfox) Yes, I know what he has done to you. I have never forgotten hearing
you scream like you did, and the miserable wreck that you were afterwards, but
from a mercenary view point he did the correct thing. Injure an opponent, while
creating an even greater desire for your opponent to defeat you, also weakens
them while they deal with the injury. He didn't do it because he felt cruel
toward you, but because you were his opposition, and at the time, you
represented a threat to his life. Yes he has earned his name. He likes to  scare
his opponents. It helps them to make mistakes. Most people who face him and
live, don't want to do so again, unless highly paid. Or love going through
sheer hell to get revenge. But as I was saying -- you were a threat toward his
life, and well, he thought at the time that was the best life for him. He found
out that he was vastly wrong. People make mistakes. I made a lot of them. And I
am almost constantly reminded by them. Look, if I can get him to find a cure
for your scarring I will. But until that time, you are going to have to
tolerate him. You don't have to like him, but just please don't kill him. It
makes my life harder.
Bruce: Why's that?
Shadowfox: People like him are hard to find, and he makes a good second in
command.
Bruce (shudders): What's Doomsday?
Shadowfox: A good man.

All the while this conversation they are making there toward the back right
corner.

Shadowfox: That's strange they shifted thier position. That must mean that
something happened. Quickly follow me.

You watch with the only sound being gun fire, as the Shadowfox leads WHAT and
Bruce accross the lower level. As he looks out through the side, he sees
something.

Shadowfox: It looks like Nightmare beat us to these guards. We go out here.
>From there you remain absolutely silent. And follow me. Be careful where you
step, DragonEyes has the place very well booby-trapped.

You watch Shadowfox lead Bruce and then What out into to the open. The video
stops.

***** Just a little note: I'm still processing the other video, but it
shouldn't be too long before it is up and running. Be patient. ]<<<<<
        -- DragonEyes <19:00:00/6-9-55>

>>>>>[ Here we go again. Hope the video comes out.
+++++ Begin transmitting Video 2
The colors shift many times before stabalizing, but the image of Doomsday,
DragonEyes, and Highlander are all clear. Highlander is plugged into a computer
link.

*Highlander* Update report, there losing battle to the fire covering the manor.
It would appear though that the state guard is going to respond. From the radio
reports it sounds like they are going to seal of the state.
DragonEyes: Just fragging great.
Doomsday: Hey no worry, man. Dey'll break out. I've been a lot tighter of
scenes.
DragonEyes: I just hope we don't have to rescue them.
*Highlander* Och, by my guess, the only people that they should be expecting
was WHAT, myself, you and maybe that no show rigger of yours.
Doomsday: In which case, 20 highly trained mercs plus Hammer would have wiped
the field with ya. But in either case we only had 6 other people dere. In a
prolonged fight, nobody on our side would have survived. And I know enough of
Nightmare 'n' Shadowfox to know dat dey are aware of it too. 'N' while
Nightmare might want revenge, he is not a foolish one.
*Highlander* State guard has just been called in. They found some bodies. None
of them have been identified yet. And we have an incoming team, in of all
things, Doomsday's car.

Doomday smiles.
DragonEyes: Guess you won't have to replace that. I wonder how they got it out
with nobody noticing.
Doomsday: I guess I forgot ta mention dat it is an All-Terrain Vehicle, and dat
I made sure it was good on da speed and stealth side. (smirks)
DragonEyes: Oh.
*Highlander* It's Shadowfox's team. They are all alive and well.

Shadowfox enters, followed by a very cautions WHAT and Bruce.

Shadowfox: You call this a barn. A burnt out shell would be a better
description. The cops are crawling all over that place. Apparently, Blitzkrieg
and Nightmare haven't lost thier touch at stealth strikes. We actually didn't
have much action. We made a distraction for them by providing some fireworks,
by a missle launcher, but Doomsday, you didn't put much ammo in it. Four
missles don't do a whole lot to a building (DragonEyes winces). On the other
hand. I don't think every merc team that went in came out.
WHAT: Ya fail to mention that we took off before we could check that.
Shadowfox: Like we had a choice, if we delayed it anymore, we would have been
caught by the cops. Not a good option.
Bruce: I must be the only one of us, who until now, hadn't broken any laws
here. I didn't bring in any illegal gear, and didn't buy any. And there you go
-- poof, as soon as I get near Shadowfox (he smiles ruefully) I break laws left
and right. Sheesh.
Shadowfox: At least you aren't going to ring my neck for working with Nightmare.
Bruce: I don't know if I am going to be able to forgive him.
Shadowfox: That's your right not to forgive him. I'm just asking that you don't
kill him on sight.
DragonEyes: Why should he forgive him that? There a bunch of people who went
with us to Germany that won't forgive him for all he has done. What makes Bruce
different?
Shadowfox (sighs sadly): Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Bruce (winces): You didn't have to answer it like that you know.
Shadowfox: Blunt always seemed to be best, except when negotiating a contract.
Doomsday (chuckles): Bruce ya are different from dem. Ya be yourself. And maybe
ya can forgive him, after all, as I recall, if ya had been in his situation,
ya probably would have just geeked the poor bleeder.
Bruce: Death would have been kinder than what I went through.
DragonEyes: No it isn't. At least it wouldn't have been kinder to the people
who love you.
What: And how could ya not think of Diana?
Bruce (winces): But --
DragonEyes grabs Bruce, "Listen, no one may know what she thinks of you, but
she WOULD definitely think a lot less of you, if you just gave up life for the
dead option. I've already lost enough friends. I am counting my blessings that
you aren't amoung the number of dead. I, for one, while not estactic that he
did what he did do -- am grateful that you are alive. You have learned
something that almost no one who lives thier lives in perfect beauty ever
learns. Thier life is false. Yours isn't. You have learned that life doesn't
come because you have this advantage or that one. It comes from how you handle
yourself. Don't throw it away in for a grudge. Maybe Nightmare can find a cure.
Maybe he can't. Only time will tell. But I can gurantee something. That without
him, there will be no cure, because only he knows the specific spell formula he
used. Maybe you could reverse engineer it. But it wouldn't be exactly what he
used. I don't know much about you hermetic types, but I think in this case, it
might be very important."

Bruce sighs and sits down. Shadowfox whispers something to DragonEyes. WHAT
starts to get ready to light another nico-stick, but Doomsday grabs it from
him.

Doomsday: If they are looking for us, the light of a stick might be enough to
give us away. We're not going to be able to stay here and talk.
DragonEyes: I know. I'm just waiting for the rest to show up.
*Highlander* Well they might be a while. Two motorcycles are racing westward
being chased by two cop cars for speeding. Backups look like they will be on
the way. Maybe I can jam the radio signal.
Doomsday and Shadowfox: DON'T!!!
Doomsday: If you jam, dey could trace us. 'n' dat would be bad.

*Highlander* They apparently split up and went off-road. I'm causing a
mild-feedback in there system. Only long enough to let them get far from the
road. The bikers are driving with thier lights off.
Shadowfox: That reminds me to make sure that I never allow WHAT to drive a
vehicle sized for a troll driver. I thought I was going to lose what little
dinner I had.
WHAT: Hey now, I didn't see you go volunteering for the job.
Bruce: (softly) There was a reason for that.
WHAT: WHAT!?!
Shadowfox: It wasn't anything important. (He smiles at Bruce. Then bends down
and hugs him, and whispers something into his ear, Bruce nods half-heartedly,
and then whipsers something back.)
WHAT: It's not my fault you wanted to get some sleep.
Shadowfox: You ever try and lead people through the dark through a lethal
obstacle course with the naked eye. It isn't easy.

A voice floats in: "What... Shadowfox, something isn't easy for you? I thought
everything was easy for my commander."
Shadowfox: Hail Nightmare. Is Blitzkrieg with you?
Nightmare: No. I was hoping he beat me back. We were racing.
DragonEyes: He might be enjoing the bike. It's probably the first time he's
ridden one since Germany.

*Highlander* Och, That's the second time you've done that on me, laddie. What's
your trick.
Nightmare: Shadowfox and I guessed at where all the back-ups areas near here
are. We made sure to find where you put all the cameras on the outside. It
wasn't too hard.
*Highlander* Och, you got me good laddie. How long have you been around?
Shadowfox: Almost a day now. We haven't gotten much sleep since we've been in
country.
Nightmare: But it prepared us fairly for Hammer's little surprise visit.

Nightmare pauses.

Nightmare: Since my half-brother isn't back yet, now's a good time to mention
a few things. He probably doesn't remember the rapings FireWraith gave him
too well. Looking at the report that they did, he was drugged out of his mind.
Hammer was using it as more of a torture on FireWraith to show how much control
she had over her. It was also used to torture me, because I had to watch all of
it. (he sighs) Surprise, surprise, FireWraith went right after him. She didn't
think though. He and all his pals were in fireproof suits, were well prepared
for her. He managed to disrupt her. I managed to do enough enough damage that he
won't be able to beat her that cheaply again, but to do that, I gave up my
chance to kill him. Another thing --
*Highlander* Och, lad, you better sum it up quick, the other bike approaches,
and I am assuming it is Blitzkrieg ridding it.
Nightmare: DragonEyes, when you get back to Denver, you have to do a surgery on
Blitzkrieg. They did few more bad things to him, then the file that you got.
Yes I am aware of the file, I arranged for it to get leaked. I somehow forgot
to bring it in this me -- here's the chip. Scan it later, and you'll understand.

Blitzkrieg enters, he looks around, and smiles. "Sort of like old times. When
do we celebrate."

Highlander jacks out. And leans against DragonEyes, while waiting for the dump
shock to wear off.

Shadowfox: Actually we really need to get out of here.
DragonEyes: I know of another place we can hide out in. (He reaches into his
pocket and pulls out a map.) Another friend of mine, a rat shaman owns it. It's
kind of a dump, but it will fit all of us.
Highlander: Och that sounds good, then in the mid-morning, we can all calmly go
like nothing ever happened.
DragonEyes: Yup. Highlander and I, after things calm down a bit will make
arrangements for the chip. WHAT, Blitzkrieg, Bruce, Shadowfox, Doomsday, and
Nightmare, I thank you all for coming to the meeting. What are all your plans
for the immediate future?
Shadowfox: I think I can safely say, a small four-day vacation will happen for
Nightmare, Doomsday and I.
Doomsday and Nightmare share a smile.
Bruce: I think I'll stick around with you DragonEyes. Then I need to go back to
home for a bit and take care of stuff there.
Blitzkrieg: I'll be going back with you DragonEyes. At least to gather my
things.
WHAT: Err. Well I'm not bloody sure of what I'm going to do. At least I'll find
a decent pint to kick down. Unlike the type of beer ya get down in these
red-neck parts.
Nightmare laughs. "Americans sure don't know good beer."
Doomsday: I know. It's such a shame dat I used ta live here. At least in Europe
they have da good stuff.
Blitzkrieg: Like those scrumpys that slammed you under that table to a dwarf?
Doomsday (smiles broadly): Hey! I enjoyed dose. Dey were damn good!
Shadowfox (laughs): Let's move out.
+++++ Video ends.

The rest of the stuff was pretty inane stuff. We all got to know each other a
little bit better, and I would like to think that Bruce doesn't totally hate
Nightmare anymore. (Though I would suggest that they are not best friends).
Actually most of the chatting was between Doomsday, Shadowfox, WHAT,
Highlander, Bruce, and myself. Nightmare and Blitzkrieg went somewhere to talk.
It looks like the spent the whole 7 hours before we went our seperate ways
talking to each other.

Nightmare, when you read this, thank you for the info. You were wise not to say
it in front of Blitzkrieg. It was some bad stuff. I'll take care of it
immediately tomorrow morning.

For all those who were invitees to the meeting, I thank you again for keeping
it mostly peaceful, for leaving me with a huge clean-up bill to pay, and the
learning experience. Next time I won't be so negative on what metahumans can
accomplish in a racist state. May all you who are traveling have peaceful and
relaxing trips. And to those of you, who are returning to Africia, may the gods
watch over you and protect you on your important task. ]<<<<<
        -- DragonEyes <23:00:00/6-9-55>

***** Private to Nighthawk, Major 10.a1
>>>>>[I havvve heard that you are a little sam short...  I believvve that
I may be of some assistance to you...  I specialize in silence...  If you
are in need of a referance...  Speek to one known as Highlander...  He
knows of my work...  If you need to get in touch with me leavvve word here
and I will be in touch]<<<<<
        -- D. <08:40:59 / 06-10-55>

***** Private to Highlander 10.a2
>>>>>[Highlander: I am back old friend...  We havvve much to discuss...
let me know when you get back into town...  We can go havvve a drink and
discuss my -absence-...]<<<<<
        -- D. <08:45:02 / 06-10-55>

*****Private: D
>>>>>[Aye, I'll definitely look you up when I get back to town.  We
do have much to talk about.  Such as---Didn't you die?!  Sorry if
that seemed tactless, but you must admit, the topic has a way of
dominating a lad's mind.....Plus, you'll be another good reason to
avoid Heather......]<<<<<
        --Highlander (23:18:45/6-10-55)

>>>>>[ Greetings, chummers. I am looking for information, hopefully
current, on the state of affairs in the NAN, specifically concerning the
Sioux Nation. Credsticks shall be provided for good information which is
relevant to me and my tribemembers. ]<<<<<
     -- Platte  < 14:19:00 / 06-11-55 >

>>>>>[ Hey Platte, what tribe are you if you ain't in the NAN? ]<<<<<
     -- The Bat  < 15:32:34 / 06-11-55 >

>>>>>[ Where the water is flat, and the springs are fair, Bat. My tribe is
the Omaha, who are still within the UCAS. ]<<<<<
     -- Platte  < 17:43:30 / 06-11-55 >

>>>>>[ Hoi Platte. You are asking potentially a very dangerous question
about the state of affairs in the Sioux. Be very careful. ]<<<<<
        -- Shadowfox <17:54:34/6-11-55>

>>>>>[ I am amazed ya even answered dat! ]<<<<<
        -- Doomsday <17:55:00:/6-11-55>

>>>>>[ I
 
+++++ system feedback
At least he will get a warning that I never had. ]<<<<<
        -- Shadowfox <17:55:54/6-11-55>

>>>>>[ Ya were a native. Of course ya didn't get warned. Sheesh. ]<<<<<
        -- Doomsday <17:56:14/6-11-55>

>>>>>[ My point. ]<<<<<
        -- Shadowfox <17:56:56/6-11-55>

>>>>>[ Hey, Highlander.  Heather is a great gal.  Good looking, charming,
and down right entertaining.  She can drink like a fish and then turn
around the next day and make Raven like her. 

BTW, she was very disgusted at the condition you left your apartment in. 
She said she'd have it cleaned up and would add a "Woman's Touch" to it
while she was at it. ]<<<<<
        -- Nightstalker <11:50:08/06-12-55>

***** Private to: Moonshine (HOWL and FIGHT)
>>>>>[Clearance, I'm a doubletap specialist.  One shot, one entry wound,
one exit wound.  Death immediate.  I've done more work than I should have,
but you don't hear about my kind of people.  And yes, I suppose there are
'wannabes' out there -- but they provide for good comoflague.  And, if one
really needs them, bullet catchers.

I've done my share of tricks, Moonshine, and I am new to 'shadowland'.  But
don't let that make you think that I'm new to the darkness.]<<<<<
        --  Macros the Black <13:05:22/6-12-55>

>>>>>[To those who are desiring this 'run' -- I still require information on
whether or not my particular skills would be desired.  Reply.]<<<<<
        --  Macros the Black <13:08:43/6-12-55>

>>>>>[NNNNNNNNNNnnnnoooooooooooo!!!!!

Damn you 'Stalker, you'll pay for that!  I can never find anything after
she's cleaned the place!  Drekdrekdrekdrekdrek.......

Lassie: LEAVE MY STUFF BE!!!!  I LIKE it where it is!  ARgh!]<<<<<
        --Highlander (22:57:43/6-12-55)

>>>>>[You're welcome, Colin.  I just unpacked everything for you.
Everything was till in boxes, for pete's sake!  Och, I'm doing o you
a favor, laddie.  But don't worry, you can't thank me when you get
back.  I've always wanted dinner at the Space Needle  (all right,
always, meaning ever since I arrived Friday).

'Stalker: you are a fine oen, aren't you laddie?  Och, it's almost a
shame, it is, that you're taken.  You've got quite a catch there,
Raven (TM).

And Cerise: when are we going to meet?]<<<<<
        --Heeather (23:00:01/6-12-55)

*****Private: Nightstalker
>>>>>[Put her in the Sheraton, I said.  *' I've got a room all booked
up, I said.  Don't take her to my place, I said.  Was I not clear?
Is the encryption sending this message to the wrong Nightstalker?
WELL?!

We're going to have a talk, laddie, just the two ofus.  Just as soon
as Heather leaves.  In the meantime, why don't you make yourself
uysefull: go with Heather to her lunch with Cerise, and make sure
they stay out of trouble?]<<<<<
        --Highlander (23:06:43/6-12-55)

>>>>>[For a run i still need a rigger and some sam's. please contact me if
you are interested. the job will start next week.]<<<<<
        -- Nighthawk <09:30:39/06-13-55>

*****Encrypted: Grell, Aardvark
>>>>>[The Job will start next week (Wed 22 June 2055), if you have
finished your private job before this date please conntact me. The meeting
with the Mr. Johnson will be in the evening hourse of Wed 15 June. If you
have time i will mail you the location of the meeting.]<<<<<
        -- Nighthawk <09:35:39/06-13-55>

***** Private: Jasmine
>>>>>[Sorry Jasmine but we have enougth magic cover for the run. But if
you are interested, we my need a experient healer after the run.]<<<<<
        -- Nighthawk <09:39:39/06-13-55>

*****Private: Highlander
>>>>>[Hi chummer. What can you tell me about your chummer D..]<<<<<
        -- Nighthawk <09:41:39/06-13-55>

*****Encrypted: Moonshine, Marcos the Black
>>>>>[I'm a Hawk Shaman and my chummer is a mage who served in the UCAS
forces for 4years before becoming a merc for 3years. After his unit was
killed(by the Uints employer) he went into the shadows for cover. Some
other thing about him, have you ever seen a mage wearing a Gyro mount and
using a LMG ? If not, than take the job and you will see him do it. 
        
If you want the job you are hired.]<<<<<
        -- Nighthawk <09:43:39/06-13-55>

*****Encrypted: Moonshine, Macros the Black, Caliben, Dark Angel, Aardvark
>>>>>[My Job start next Week (Wed 22 June 2055), and a meeting with the
Mr. Johnson is arranged for Wed 15 June, 20:00. We will meet in the
backroom of a Bar called "Blue Flame". The Bar is located near the Space
Needle and nobody should have problems to find it. Tell Fred the Troll
bouncer that i'm awaiting you and there should be no problems getting
in.]<<<<<
        -- Nighthawk <09:45:39/06-13-55>

***** Private: Bighorn.
>>>>>[Could you please tell me when you'll need me? Someone else
needs my services, and they pay well. Greetings, ]<<<<<
        -- Aardvark (15:36:13/13-6-55)

***** Private to: Nighthawk.
>>>>>[As soon as I know when my other employer needs me, I'll tell you.
Meanwhile, maybe I can partially solve your sam problem. Apart from
deploying your people very well, just throw in lots of smoke bombs, when
you don't need the surprise effect anymore. It's very hard to shoot
someone if you can't see your target. Ofcourse, you'll have to wear some
sort of vision enhancement. I recommend UltraSound, because you can use
special smoke that will mess up thermographic vision. I rarely fight
without smoke, and it works really well. Ofcourse, you can also use
nerve-gas or something similar. It's silent and effective, and it doesn't
have to be deadly... Hope this helps.]<<<<<
        -- Aardvark (15:44:13/13-6-55)

>>>>>[Nighthawk, I await your call as a healer after your current endeavor.
Just let me know if you need me.  I will try and be available.]<<<<<
   -- Jasmine (8:10:54/6-13-55)

***** NO_TRACE: 16a.blockem
***** RANDOM_SEND: 16a.blockem
>>>>>[Hmm...  Hi there.  Wow.  Looks like I hit the jackpot!  Oh, Hi all,
I'm a little new here.  Do you all like to play games here?  I'm always
lookin' for some new stuff.  Maybe you all like to do other stuff?  Hey
I know. --audio feed <sounds of post-nasal-from-hell laughter with a bit
too much inhaling resonates>  Do you all like the code breaking game?
--audio feed <same laughter once again> You have to like that game.  Ok,
ok ok.  I'll start...  You all better watch out, I am pretty good...

***** Encrypt: Wishy_Wash *.l1]<<<<<
        -- Wiz_Kid <09:no:pe / ee-ki-ng>