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>>>>>[ Thank you for the interesting time in Japan, Shadowfox.  It was most
enlightening.  Unfortunately, it doesn't seem that we got back on the right
footing here.  WHERE IS WHAT!?!

And for that matter... I want to meet everyone who has a stake in Powerhouse's
revenge.  A small little (well not so little) problem has developed.  And I
won't say over the matrix what it is.  Come find me in person.  And just to
give you an idea on how severe it is, I had to have a friend restrain
Blitzkrieg.  It's really bad here. ]<<<<<
        -- DragonEyes <13:21:46/10-31-55>

>>>>>[ Hoi DragonEyes.  Welcome back to Seattle, eh?  Sorry to hear that
something went wrong.  For me things are going mostly well.  I'm now out of
London (thanks to a few good people).  You asked where WHAT is . . . to tell
you the truth, I would like to know as well.  He said he was going to visit me
a while back, and didn't. ]<<<<<
        -- Scarface <13:24:25/10-31-55>

>>>>>[ Oh drek... let's see, how interesting.  Yes the problem developed right
about the same time a certain person left.  WHAT, you have a lot of explaining
to do! ]<<<<<
        -- DragonEyes <13:25:31/10-31-55>

*****PRIVATE: Tarkis

>>>>>[No problem.  If you need anything while in Seattle, you can find me
at LTG >encrypted<.  I don't know much about your plight and how to go
about fighting it, but I'll be here if you need some help.
Unfortunately, I have discovered that the larger UGE cousins are
succeptible to willpower attacks.  My specialty.]<<<<<
        -- Spellslinger (17:14:23/10-31-55)

*****Private:Spellslinger
>>>>>[ Sounds good to me, and I might say I will really be needing your
help, Ripley and his helper won't be enough for what we have to do.
There is this top secret organization that I have uncovered, and now they
are trying to kill me before I spread the word.  Here is there plan, they
are planning to get all Orcs to join together and fight against humans.
But they do this in a unigue way, they are trying to weaken our military
power, and police protection.  We need to kill the leader who has
brainwashed all these Orcs just like that Hitler guy from last centery.
Their main plant is somewhere in Seattle and we must find it and kill
this Man his name is unknown right now, but I am going to try to find
out.  Please consider helping, and if you can find others, but do not
tell them whats going on until I aprove it.  Thanx ]<<<<<
        -- Tarkis <19:12:16 / 10-31-55>

>>>>>[Happy Halloween, all.  Enjoy your escape from reality.]<<<<<
        -- Ripley <20:10:40/10-31-55>

*****Private: Tarkis
>>>>>[I have been able to find one other member of my former running
group.  His name is Lou and he is a mage who is more than willing to lend
us a hand.  One catch though, and you might have to work to get over
this-- he's an Orc.  Sorry, but at the moment, that's the best I can do.
Of course, Jayna and I will be there as well.  I'm still trying to reach
the other people.  But that is still up in the air.]<<<<<
        -- Ripley <20:08:59/10-31-55>

*****Private: Ripley
>>>>>[ hmmmmm you better make sure he is not part of it.  Well you see
there are some Orcs that are against this that have been offered to join,
but they said no and then they were told if they told anyone about it
they would die.  So he might be prat of it or not.  I just don't trust
barely any Orcs now.  But it might be a good idea just to get ahold of
him, see if he knows something, and mabye even if he is part of it, you
can tell because he will try to lead you away.  Talk to him and tell me
what he says about the whole organization, and I will tell you if he is
misleading or if it is true.]<<<<<
        -- Tarkis <21:45:00 / 10-31-55>

>>>>>[Happy new year. May this one turn out better.]<<<<<
        -- Cat Dancing <03:03:40/11-01-55>

>>>>>[Einen froehlichen Allerheiligentag wuenscht Euch der Basilisk.]<<<<<
        -- Basilisk <09:29:37 GMT/01.Nov.55>

>>>>>[Hey, Basilisk, whatever in the hell you said just fried the
linguasoft I plugged into my deck to translate.  I'm pretty sure it
wasn't Sperethiel and the French chip crapped out.  Congrats.]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (11-01-55 / 09:00:00)

>>>>>[Oh, drek.  It's November isn't it.... Christ, I'm feelin'
old.]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (11-01-55 / 09:00:33)

***** Private: Chris Tarleton
>>>>>[I just don't wanna know....  I'll just pretend I didn't hear
anything.]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (11-01-55 / 09:01:55)

*****Private to: Freddy Frypp
>>>>>[Whoah.

Karen says you two are having fun.  Care to confirm/deny any of the rumors
goin' around, pal?]
        --  Christopher Tarleton <Dark/Angel>

***** Private: Chris Tarleton
>>>>>[No comment.]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (09:26:23 / 11-01-55)

***** Private to: Freddy Frypp
>>>>>[Getting me curious, here.  Well, not really.  That was a lie.

+++++ AudioVisual Upload: Security Camera Four (Living Room Left) -- 324Mp

I win.]<<<<<
         --  Christopher Tarleton <Dark/Angel>

***** Private: Chris Tarleton
>>>>>[Whoa.  I'd forgotten about that one.  How much is this gonna
cost me?  I mean to get some really HUGE blow-ups.  <grin>]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (09:35:12 / 11-01-55)

>>>>>[Vorien!  Are you out here?  I forgot all about you.  Any word
about Jac or his bug problem?  Has he tried running you into the
ground yet?  Howzabout the firing range?  If he isn't running
marathons on the beach he's at the range.  Once a jarhead, always a
jarhead.]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (09:37:00 / 11-01-55)

>>>>>[Herr Frypp, it was German.  I was wishing everyone a joyful All
Saint's Day, i think you are calling it in English.  Toussaint in
French.]<<<<<
        -- Basilisk <14:42:13 GMT/01.Nov.55>

>>>>>[Oh, yeah, what in the hell was I thinking?  Of course it would
have been German, coming from you.  I'm holding out for Guy Fawkes
Day, myself (just another excuse for shooting off some fireworks).

And, uh, Wunderbar to you too!]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (10:51:12 / 11-01-55)

>>>>>[Hey, there's an idea.....

Anybody who's in the mood for some fireworks in a coupla days, drop
me a private line.  Especially if you don't mind a quick trip to San
Francisco.]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (11:01:55 / 11-01-55)

***** Private to: Freddy Frypp
>>>>>[Let's define huge...I got a friend who's got an old electrostatic full
color printer.  11 by 17?  Feet?]<<<<<
         --  Christopher Tarleton <Dark/Angel>

***** Private: Chris Tarleton
>>>>>[Ta hell with mirrors on the ceiling!  I see wallpaper!]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (11:43:11 / 11-01-55)

***** Private to: Freddy Frypp
>>>>>[Yeah, well, c'est la vie.  You seem to be having fun anyways.]<<<<<
          --  Christopher Tarleton <Dark/Angel>

***** PRIVATE: Freddy Frypp
>>>>>[I was wondering when I'd hear from you.  Not that I was in too
much of a hurry.  I thought you were going to get some more
'intense' magical folk to chase the thread.  I've just been waiting
for the drek (I believe that's the word) to hit the fan.

Yes, his phisical recovery has been good, but I'm worried about his
mental state.  Of course if you say that 100km runs (Okay, maybe it
just seems that way to me,) and the expenditure of enough (momentary
pause for the word to slide into my brain...) (Ah!) ordinance to
convert a small country to the religion of your choice is normal
activity for him, then he's doing just fine.

I'm not doing so bad myself.  Sun, excercise, and someone who'll
teach me how to shoot seems to be agreeing with me.   Let me know
what your plan is from here.]<<<<<
        -- Vorien (14:13:26 / 11-01-55)

*****PRIVATE:  Action Jackson
>>>>>[ We express our condolances at the loss of your teammate.  The one
we consider a paragon of what we seek to be believed her to be a worthy
opponent, which is why she was selected.  However, since she is.... no
longer with us, perhaps you may be able to recommend another of her calibre
and code that would be willing to work (and even get paid!) for the better-
ment of all of Gaia's children?]<<<<<
        --  OS^2 (15:04:40/11-1-55)

***** Private To: GoD
>>>>>[I 'ave no idea abou' the sign'figance of th' people sel'cted.  Hmmmmm I
wonder.]<<<<<
        --  STREETWOLF(Fire is an Elf's Best Friend)<18:20:20/11-01-55>

*****PRIVATE: Tarkis

>>>>>[Sounds like you stumbled into a hornet's nest.  I won't be much
help finding out the head of the Orc Nazis, but I may be of more help
when you need firepower for the attack.  Call me if you need anything.]<<<<<
        -- Spellslinger (18:10:19/11-1-55)

*****Private: Spellslinger
>>>>>[ Sounds cool, ok when we find out where it is and other stuff, then
I will let you know when we need you for firepower, right now I need to
go out and find out some more stuff, I will let you know if I find out
anything.  Oh yea can you try to get more NON ORCS to help us when we
need it. Thanx]<<<<<
        -- Tarkis <17:34:45 / 11-1-55>

>>>>>[ +++++Begin Trideo Download+++++

Greetings again from the continuing drama of the GridLink power system of
Boston.

My name is Charlie Fingers, and here in Boston the Gridlink system that had
previously been half down and resisting all attempts to be re-started finally
crashed totally today.  GridLink had no comment on the final failure except
to mention that they thought it was an externally planted computer virus,
planted by a competitor vieing for the transportation contract that GridLink
currently holds in the Boston Metroplex.

Following more news in Boston, the local hospitals that were affected by
glitches and problems have reported that the power surges and failures have
been repaired.

But late last night the airport reported a sudden re-booting of the final
approach radar and guidance systems that remains unaccounted for.  This
resulted in two near-misses and the injury of some 20 passengers on various
airliners as the pilots were forced to suddenly maneuver to avoid collisions.

There have also been rumors that the local branches of Knight-Errant Security
and Mitsuhama Computer Technologies have had recurring power and heating
problems in their respective facilities.  The two corporations involved had
no comment upon being asked.

I'm Charlie Fingers.  Until next time, enjoy our wild metroplex news.

+++++End Trideo Download+++++ ]<<<<
        --  Trideo Pirate <20:39:46/11-01-55>

***** PRIVATE: DragonEyes
>>>>>[DragonEyes, my friend, you seem to be having trouble again.  Is
there anything that I can be of assistance with?  Is Blitz losing
control again?  ]<<<<<

        -- Kor <02:15:35 / 11-02-55>

>>>>>[  +++++Initiate Internal Communications log+++++

Velli:  Sir, we have a problem.

Moriarity:  What do you mean, Nicole.

V.  We have analyzed the downloads and the intelligence we were
provided by AJ and the physical recordings they provided us.
There is an excellent chance that the Bundesamt Fur Innere
Sicherheit, or the BIS, and Interpol's Special Branch have
documents that prove the connection between Maxim Arms and The
Orginization.

M.  That would place us in a very difficult position.  Can the
mobilized forces remove the proof, and soon?

V.  Absolutley.  Our agents in Germany have located all of the
documents that the BIS has in its possession.  They have been
moved to an ultra-secure vault in Berlin where the amount of
security that the BIS can guard them with is limited only by what
the residents will let them get away with.

M.  And Interpol?

v.  Whereelse would they take them but to Special Branch
headquarters in New York?  Our agents have again located them,
down to the vault Commander Drake ordered them sealed in, and the
base is on high alert.  Our units are ready to hit them on a
moments notice.

M.  Excellent.  Who is coordinating the efforts?

V.  I had thought to send Diana, AJ's daughter, to the New York
outlet to coordinate there.  And AJ himself has offered to run
the Berlin attacks.  All I need is your permission now and
everything will be set in motion.

M.  One more thing:  What's the threat ratings of the respective
targets?

V.  Interpol Special Branch, 42%.  Commander Drake himself, 46%
BIS:  39%.  Hammer himself, 48%

M.  And the effects of the operations?

V.  The respective threat ratings of the orginizations will drop
to acceptable levels.  However, there is an excellent chance that
the individual's ratings will increase as a result, eventually
dragging the rating of thier orginization up as well.  As you can
see, both individuals are already marked for death, so when we
attack, both individuals will be primary targets.

M.  I dislike ordering the death of anyone, but I guess they have
violated the Security Protocols, and those I cannot change.

V.  That is correct, sir.

M.  Very well.  Begin the operation.

V.  Excellent.  However, sir, I ask that you hear me out before
ordering this.  I have additional intelligence, recently acquired
from our agents in the Court, that may have bearing on you
decision.

M.  Of course.  What is this intelligence?

V.  Today, at precisely 13:34:28, the Big 8 petitioned the
Corporate Court for a mandate to conduct unlimited operations
against Maxim Arms and all its holdings.  Sir, The Omega Order
has been requested against us.

M.  What?  Why?

V.  The petition, of which I have a copy, mentions various
reasons, but the most damaging is the "potential for
destabilizing the worldwide operations of the signants through
indescriminate use of intelligence assets."  This implys that
they know very well of our relationship with The Orginization.
By the Security Protocols, this also raises thier respective
threat ratings into the 40+% category and requires an immediate
mobilization of forces.

M.  Bloody hell!  I want to know where the frag they got thier
data from, by this time tomorrow.  I don't care how many agents
you have to ask, or what danger you put them into.  Get that
information.  But I refuse to allow Maxim to mobilize.  If the
order goes through, then we sit here and take it.  I won't start
Crystal Night.  I'd rather let Maxim fall and The Orginization
too than see Crystal Night go into effect.

V.  I'm sorry, sir, but unless you order the mobilization, I have
the authority to remove you from your Presidency on the basis of
the Security Protocols, section 34.88.4a.  This section also
would declare you a Security Risk to be neutralized and I would
be forced not only to remove you from your position, but to kill
you as well, and then order the mobilization.

M.  WHAT?!  Let me see that.....Hmmmmmmmmmm  FRAG!

V.  I recommend you reverse your position, sir.  Your death would
serve absolutly no purpose and Maxim will need your leadership if
the proverbial drek hits the fan.

M.  I.....don't like this......not one bit.  But since I have no
deathwish...  Velli, I order you to initiate the full
mobilization of Maxim Arms assets.  As per the Security
Protocols, this is the list of what must be done:

1:  Delay all outbound shipments due to "parts recall
difficulties" and whatever other excuses are necessary
2:  Channel all current production into personal use and
distribute appropriately
3:  Keep all NightRaven, SRDF, RDF, Military, Security,
Aerospace, Magical, and Matrix combat units on full alert.
4:  All employees are to carry weapons until ordered to stand
down.
5:  Issue Mobilization Alert.

Velli, I want you to arrange a meeting with the Big 8 Presidents
immediately.  For as soon as you can, get them to a neutral,
guarded location.  Use whatever levers you have.  Just get them
there.  Then go and tell them the way it is and ask them to
reverse their positions.  We really don't want to have to go
through with this.

V.  Yes, sir.  And the protocols for The Orginization forces,
sir?  You have orders for them as well, I believe.

M.  Yes, yes...  As per Security Protocols, issue "Clouds Paint
the Sky Blue Black" for immediate mobilization.  Full alert is to
be maintained in the event of Crimson Sky.

V.  Orders have been issued, sir.  The first recalls of recently
shipped goods have been issued, under the "recall" protocol.  I
will contact the Presidents of the Big 8 immediately.

+++++End Internal Log+++++]<<<<<
     --  Internal Communications(__________________)

*****Private: Johnson
>>>>>[Still nothing?]<<<<<
        --  Quickling <21:34:34/11-01-55>

*****Private: Quickling
>>>>>[Nothing.  Sorry.]<<<<<<
        --  Johnson <21:55:29/11-01-55>

*****Private: Quickling
>>>>>[short...type fast...in UB.  ok.  getting information on buggers...lots
of it.  careful.  UB bugs.  very big infiltration.  get back soon ^$#&*@^@^%$

+++++ LINK TERMINATED
]<<<<<
        --  Solonus <22:15:10/11-01-55>

*****Private: Johnson
>>>>>[Bill, I just got this thing a second ago.  Solonus is in trouble.
Frag, he says that Insects have infiltrated the fragging Universal Brotherhood!
Drek!  Bill, I'm heading back to Chicago NOW...]<<<<<
        --  Quickling <22:16:11/11-01-55>

*****Private: Quickling
>>>>>[Sis, I'm coming over.  Now.  DON'T GO YET.  Be there in a tick.]<<<<<
        --  Johnson <22:17:12/11-01-55>

*****Private: Lou
>>>>>[I was talking to Tarkis this morning and he brought up a good point
as to why he doesn't trust you.  Have you, by any chance, been contacted
by any sort of organization of Orcs recently?  I need to know in order to
calm his fears.  Hey, can you blame him?]<<<<<
        -- Ripley <22:58:15/11-01-55>

>>>>>[ Ah hope this isn't coming out ta late, Ah was busy with some other things
yesterday.  Ah figured that some of ya who couldn't make it would like ta know
what went on, mind ya that this is most only about costumes and main events,
there was plenty Ah left out.  Claw and Ah did most of the set up work, with
Claw setting up a rather nice magical haunted maze that was rather popular.  One
of the first people to come was Kor, painted up to look like a leopard, a rather
big and tall leopard with long black hair <grin>.  His surprise was a small
catering truck with various meats and korean vegetarian fare.

AJ and his crew came next, and Ah was able ta get a good picture of them.

+++++ Download Picture  AJ and Crew

A gathering of people near a door.  The fore-most facing the camera is dressed
up as an elf with Green eyes, redish hair, a matte-black 'cyber arm' and fangs
<AJ - as The Nexus>.  Next to him is a good looking woman dressed up in gypsy
waif clothing <Diana - as Solitare>.  After them is a tall woman, with black
dyed hair, a pendant, numerous rings and bracelets, skin-tight black jeans, dark
green silk blouse, brown leather flight jacket <Roxxy - as Diana>.  She is
poking a ninja, covered head to toe in black with a sword and all the requisite
goodies included <Slash - as ninja>.  The woman is also leading a very small
little girl, dressed up as a kitty cat, by the hand <Adrienne - Roxxy's
daughter>  while the little girl stares up in amazement at Kor in his leopard
paints.

Claw and Ah took that as our cue that we needed ta get ready.  Ah left ta put on
more clothing, more precisely, mah good ol' south'rn Bell dress, the nice low
cut white frilly dress with the white parasol.  Claw came back wearing much less
clothing, considering he was only wearing a woven skirt, anklets and a head
dress,  with his spear he looked very much like a zulu warrior.  And Ah must
say, he was more colorful than his normal black on black on black motif.

By that time Roxxy was being dragged a second time through the maze of horror by
Adrienne.  Also, a few more guests had arrived, Streetwolf, looking like in Mah
thoughts, as a tall version of the Vampire Lestat (Blond haired vampire), and
his wife Colice - the Nova Rocker from Tir Na Nog, dressed in a white nurses out
fit, though the lacey stockings over her legs definatley would keep people from
thinking she was the Florence Nightengale type.  Over by the punch bowl was
Cerise, all dressed up in leopard skin skirt and halter with a short sword and a
necklace made of teeth, sort of like a girl from one of the Neal the Ork
barbarian films.  Escorting her was Highlander in his Dr Who  outfit, long scarf
and all.  It really wasn't a costume for him since thats what he wears normally,
but we let him get away with it.  The fact that he brought two 12 year old
bottles of Glen Livet from Scotland might have helped his case.

After a little while a few more people showed up and Ah was able ta take another
picture of most of them

+++++ Download Picture  - More Party People

This crowd of people are gather around a small tub watching Kor dunk his head
onto it bobbing for apples.  Besides Diana and Slash, there are a few new comers
watching.  One is man with silver-black hair dressed in a toga with purple
edging and a crown of olive leaves <Dark Angel - as Roman Senator>.  Next to him
is a woman in the garb of a princess from before the dark ages <Patricia - as
Celtic Princess>.  On the other side is a tallish dwarf in a steel? breast plate
carrying a large axe <Irish - As Tolkein dwarf> and with him a young and pretty
elven girl carrying a bow, and wearing green huntsmans garb with a black belt
and a small knife at the waist <Erika - Irish's ward - as Tolkien Elf>.

Of to one side are two of the redheads, one is CB in her Southrn Bell dress, and
the other is shorter and dressed in a green Victorian gown, complete with
paniers, corset and a green umbrela <Cat Dancing>, both look to be picking on a
dark skinned man who is dressed in a very threadbare scarecrow outfit <Lister -
as poor imitation scarecrow>.  Dying of laughter next to them is a pert but
cute maulato woman dressed up like Dorthy from the wizard of Oz <Kichanski>.
Its rather a site to see to.

A little later, as people began to loosen up and eat some of the food, is when
the Williams clan came in.  Spirit was dressed up as a pirate captian, completer
with cutlass and parot.  CRUSH was in a poofy white shirt with blue breaches, a
cutlass at his side and a kercheif covering his hair.  Besides his first mate
out fit, he was also carrying a rather large chest under his arm, a chest with a
rather special treasure, their twins, all dressed up in miniture pirate sailor
gear.  Behind them was a friend we hadn't seen in a few weeks, Sheena (the
second Nova hot rocker ta show up that night) dressed up in a kimono and looking
every bit like a Japanese Geisa.

Thats when Ah got everything going by pushing both Colice and Sheena up front ta
the music area so that they could entertain us.  Ah figured that we had what
most people would consider ta be one of the best acts of the concert-touring
year, playing for us for free!!   They of course put on some great improved
performances and were joined a few times by StreetWolf who often acompanies
Colice.

Raven (the mage) and Nightstalker came in during the performance, both of them
looking like very upwardly mobile Corp'ers.  Stalker was the exec with the
mirror shades and Raven was the assistant with briefcase, both of them had the
stylishly matched pocketsecretaries that every corp'er needs.  Tommy, their
ward, was with them and dressed in 'mage robes' complete with the stars and and
a pointed hat.  Wolf 359 and Ramirez were also able to show up but weren't able
to find any costumes, something which Diana and Roxxy fixed (the two victims
finally did give in and relent to the altercations) by changing Ramirez's
clothing to Renaissance garb and Wolf's to that of an a adrmiral from the old
old old show - Star Trek (the last was Spirit's suggestion).  Plus, though some
of us didn't notice, a guy (ta be named later) came in wearing a Death costume
and was followed by a small black cat.  The reason why Ah mention it is that we
couldn't figure out who it was.

As the girls were winding down, T.C. showed up as a Samurai in silver with Sabre
(as a ganger in the green and black leathers) and Masque (dressed up as a corp
complete with suit, power tie, ornamental sword, and staff) in tow.  Behind them
was a person who we able to truly meet, except virtually, at the last party,
Quickling dressed up as Princess Leia - a character from an old but good Sci-Fi
trid-movie called Star Wars (the Sci-fi station plays it every so often).  She
had her hair up in the swirls, and was wearing the white robes, plus she even
had a gun that looked  just like a blaster pistol.

After a bit, when the party was inta full swing, and the girls were done
entertaining the folks, Spirit introduced her Chocolate Chocolate Chocolate
Fudge Chocolatety chip explosion, ah dish that went over very well, especially
with Raven (the mage) and Cat Dancing.  We then had our biggest suprise of the
night when Lister and Nightstalker were kept on trying ta figure out who the guy
the death suit was.  Thats whene he removed the death costume ta show his flashy
neon suit and wonderfully painted face, the unmistakeable features of our friend
presumed dead, Harlequin!!  Of course, he near was lost again when CRUSH swept
him up inta a big hug, Ah think Ah heard ribs creaking under the loud cheer of
"Harlequin!!" and his responding grunt of pain.

After that, the party went very well.  Ah few of us got ta talking about out
missing friends Raven, Spot On, Solitare, Collussus and Powerhouse.  Mostly we
talked about the good times and fun we had.  Ah think it really helped ta have
others there with us remembering them.  It was Halloween, and also Samhaine, the
feast of the dead, so we gave up a toast ta our missing companions and went on
like they would have wanted us ta.]<<<<<
        -- Circuit Breaker <Dante is DEAD>


>>>>>[ Hey, you forgot to mention the bobbing for apples competition!!]<<<<<
        -- Spirit <Of the Matrix>

>>>>>[ It wasn't much of a competition Wendy, first of all, CRUSH bobbing for
apples is rather unfair.  I mean, whats the point when you can bite 3-4 apples
at a time?  And then when the little nice black kitty cat turns into Seraphy and
eats the rest in one swoop, well, things were sort of out the window at that
point.]<<<<<
        -- Kichanski <10:04:12/11-02-55>

>>>>>[ I happen to like apples.  Anyway, I really couldn't get an as a cat,and
really don't like getting wet when I'm a cat.]<<<<<
        -- Seraphy <10:16:32/11-02-55>

>>>>>[ Heh, and she also didn't mention that besides Raven and Cat, CB herself
was rather engorging herself on Spirit's chocolate explosion.]<<<<<
        -- Lister <10:23:22/11-02-55>

>>>>>[ Bye Powerhouse, CRUSH miss.]<<<<<
        -- CRUSH <10:29:23/11-02-55>

***** Private: Ripley
>>>>>[I assume you don't mean O.R.C.?  If so, then no, I haven't
been contacted by anyone.  Why should I be?  I'm an honest,
upright, peaceful citzen now.  Swing by the bar tonight and
give me the low down on this run, OK?  I think I still have
some of that Irish Whisky you like.]<<<<<
        -- Lou <10:30:00/02-11-55>

***** Private: Vorien
>>>>>[If you need some mystical back-up, ask the guys over at the
Ares compound if they can help you.  They're great people if you
haven't met them.  They've usually got a great barbecue going
every weekend and we've got an open invitation - on the condition we
bring the beer -  so I can't imagine Jac hasn't drug you over there
yet.

Keep up the good work.  I know its got to be tough. <grin>]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (12:07:00 / 11-02-55)

***** Private: Chris Tarleton
>>>>>[Hey, I found another ship heading to San Fran.  It leaves early
tomorrow morning.  We got enough time so that the four of us can go
out again and dump me on the ship before it leaves.  I'm
buyin'!]<<<<<
         -- Freddy Frypp (12:09:44 / 11-02-55)

***** Private to: Freddy Frypp
>>>>>[Sounds good...actually, I think Patricia, Karen, and I are coming to
visit you.  We'll meet you at the docks when you get to SanFran.

BTW, if you'd rather come with us...corporate shuttles are nicer than ships.

Karen sends her best.]<<<<<
          --  Christopher Tarleton <Dark/Angel>

>>>>>[Harelquin, you JERK! All this time you've been alive, and you could tell
anyone? I should be vexed with you, but I'm too glad to see you alive. There's
been enough who've gone on to the Summer Country this year.

Gods, but it's nice to be able to BREATHE again. I will never, ever wear a
corset again as long as I live. How did women ever put up with those things? I
did enjoy dancing wit those two fine gentlemen (you know who you are); 'tis
truly a shame that they're both taken...

And I was NOT gorging. I only had a little bit of Spirit's chocolate
apocalypse. Gods, it was rich. Did you like the lemonbolt?]<<<<<
        -- Cat Dancing <01:57:03/11-02-55>

>>>>>[What's a lemonbolt?]<<<<<
        -- Six Pack <02:14:40/11-02-55>

>>>>>[Lemon juice, vinegar, and salt. The chemical reaction between them causes
the effect. Which is a lot like being kicked in the head. You remember Allison,
the shaman from Cascade Crow? I got it from her.]<<<<<
        -- Cat Dancing <02:22:53/11-02-55>

***** Private: Chris Tarleton
>>>>>[NOOOO!!!  I think I'll sneak out with my tail between my
legs like the coward that I am, thank you very much.  I'll need the
time alone to recuperate and re-hydrate.  I don't think I've actually
sweat in about four days.

Hey, did the great Ceasar himself get to try one of them lemonbolts?
I think I like the sound of them.  A slice of lemon peel wrapped
around a brick, huh?]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (13:42:00 / 11-02-55)

>>>>>[  +++++Begin Trideo Download+++++

Hello, this is Charlie Fingers, joining you from the Front Range Free Zone
where earlier today Maxim Arms subsidiary Maxim Armament Technologies released
a recall order on all the older Mantichor Heavy hovertanks, stating that the
left missile pod was found to be failing at over the stated maximum failure
rate of 2.5%.

Also, Maxim Arms has held up most of their shipments of new products to various
other corporations and end-users in order to ensure the proper operation of
several minor systems.

Stock analysts predicted that the stock values of Maxim Arms would fall, but
in a gesture probably calculated to offset any fall in stocks, the new
subsidiary Maxim Aerotech announced to customers the development and final
testing stages of a new aerospace fighter, capable of operating as a fighter
aircraft in the atmosphere and capable of near-orbital and orbital combat
as well.

Maxim stock remained relatively stable all throughout trading today.

This has been Charlie Fingers, covering Maxim Arms in the FRFZ.

+++++End Trideo Download+++++  ]<<<<<
        --  Trideo Pirate <14:53:39/10-02-55>

***** Private to: Freddy Frypp
>>>>>[Heh heh heh...*grin*

We'll stop by in a day or so.  Sound okay?]<<<<<
         --  Christopher Tarleton <Dark/Angel>

*****PRIVATE:  Commander Drake
>>>>>[I have been asked by my employer to have you arrange a meeting place,
in Switzerland, in the following location>>>Location<<<.  Just my knowledge of
the place should tell you that I have sources that you do not, and I don't
wish to tell you more.  However, in order that you understand that I will get
this location with or without your aid, here's your private dossier, on you
no less, of which there are only 3 copies in the world.

+++++Include Drake Dossier

We need your rather impartial security arrangements for the location, since I
doubt that anyone else will be acceptable to all the principles invovled.
I need it ready for this time tomorrow.]<<<<<
        --  Velli <15:01:21/11-02-55>

*****PRIVATE:  The Whistler
>>>>>[Good sir, I know of your contacts and previous arrangements.  However, I
will not mention them, as we both know what I am refering to.  All I ask is
for you to forward the enclosed document to your superior, who will in turn
forward it up the ladder to it's final destination.

+++++Include Fuchi Documentation:  Black Encrypt, Unsealable by Richard
+++++Villiers only.

Thank you for your time and effort.]<<<<<
        --  Velli <15:05:09/11-02-55>

*****PRIVATE:  Raven the Mage
>>>>>[Hello.  I have a request of you regarding your Ares contacts.  Please
take the inclosed file and forward it to your contacts and ask them to forward
it to thier superiors.  It is very important.

+++++Include Ares Documentation:  Black Encrypt, Unsealable by Damien Knight
+++++Only.

Thank you very much.]<<<<<
        --  Velli <15:07:42/11-02-55>

*****PRIVATE:  Irish
>>>>>[Good sir, please take the following file and forward it to your contacts
in Mitsuhama.  I believe that they will find it intriguing enough to warrant
your time.

+++++Include Mitsuhama Documentation:  Black Encrypt, Unsealable by Toshiro
+++++Mitsuhama only.

Thank you for the time you will expend aiding me.]<<<<<
        --  Velli <15:10:19/11-02-55>

*****PRIVATE:  Macros the Black
>>>>>[I know you have contacts in Aztechnology, and as such I would like you
to forward the enclosed documentation to them and tell them to forward it up
the corporate ladder.

+++++Include Aztechnology Documentation:  Black Encrypt, Unsealable by Juan
+++++Atzcapotzalco only.

Thank you very much.]<<<<<
        --  Velli <15:12:46/11-02-55>

*****PRIVATE:  Fenris
>>>>>[Greetings, good sir.  I have a request of you.  I would like you to please
forward this file to your contacts at Saeder-Krupp, as it is rather important
and I am sure they would be appreciative.

+++++Include Saeder-Krupp Documentation:  Black Encrypt, Unsealable by Lofwyr
+++++Only.

Thank you for your effort.]<<<<<
        --  Velli <15:15:32/11-02-55>

*****PRIAVTE:  Mike and the Mechanic
>>>>>[Greetings, both of you.  I would like you to forward the following file
to your connections in Yamatetsu and ask them to forward it up the heirarchy.

+++++Include Yamatetsu Documentation:  Black Encrypt, Unsealable by Saru
+++++Iwano only.

Thank you for your effort.  Perhaps we will be able to work together in the
future.]<<<<<
        --  Velli <15:19:39/11-02-55>

*****PRIVATE:  Action Jackson
>>>>>[Hey, boss.  Send this on it's way, ok?

+++++Include Shiawase Documentation:  Black Encrypt, Unsealable by Tadashi
+++++Shiawase only.

Thanks.]<<<<<
        --  Velli <15:21:45/11-02-55>

*****PRIVATE:  Valentine
>>>>>[I know you have contacts with Renraku to keep them off of Little Dragon,
so if you would please send this off to them, I would appreciate it.

+++++Include Renraku Documentation:  Black Encrypt, Unsealable by Inazo Aneki
+++++Only.

Thank you.]<<<<<
        --  Velli <15:23:59/11-02-55>

*****Private: Lou
>>>>>[I'm not sure which organization Tarkis was referring to or even if
it's one that's known to the general populace.  I'll ask him.
     Keep that whiskey ready.]<<<<<
        -- Ripley <13:01:18/11-02-94>

*****Private:  Tarkis
>>>>>[Hey, Tarkis.  My friend Lou says he doesn't belong to any
organizations of Orcs.  I even had Jayna check it out and he came up
clean.  So, do you have any other objections?  I mean, I'm sure we could
we a mage...]<<<<<
        -- Ripley <13:04:34/11-02-94>

>>>>>[ Alright, I have had enough waiting around to last me for a while.  Each
day passes, and life goes on.  Except for Crashkit.  I had a contact who was
watching the situation inform me that Universal Brotherhood still is treating
him!  Somehow I doubt that, and I owe him pretty big.  As such, I'm going to
hire people to help me out here.  I know a lot of you already know how to find
me.  I will pay money, provide gear as needed, and as best I can do provide
medical help afterwards.  I have arranged some things already.

One last little note, this probably won't be for the faint of heart.
Especially considering what I have learned from some people.  Yet, I am very
much hoping that this will help the cause of those people who are trying to
avenge Powerhouse's slaying.  I need to see you by the fourth as after that it
will be too late to be of help.

Oh!  Blitzkrieg asked me to mention this:  'After we deal with this, we _will_
deal with the recent inconvience.']<<<<<
        -- DragonEyes <13:11:14/11-2-55>

***** Private: DragonEyes
>>>>>[ You're not telling the whole story, DragonEyes.  From watching you deal
with that "contact" he sure as hell wasn't a friend of yours.  More like you
were guilt-tripped into action, and that "contact" is footing at least part of
the bill.  How interesting!

Are you positive that WHAT left then?!?  Doesn't seem like the WHAT I used to
know.  Still he shall pay for that.  And I'll see to it personally. ]<<<<<
        -- Blitzkrieg <13:15:05/11-2-55>

***** Private: Kor
>>>>>[ Sigh.  Yes you could help out.  I'm headed to Pittsburgh soon, and I'm
paying.  I really, really need to rescue Crashkit.  For.... oh never mind.  I
owe him to say the least.

Also the problem I mentioned is this:  WHAT disappeared about the same time
that the sword of a deceased comrade did.  Very suspicious.  Several people -
Blitzkrieg included - will do just about anything to gain revenge on the person
(or people; it looks like WHAT was involved in it) and regain the sword.  After
we rescue Crashkit, I assume people will look into that.  At the immediate time
though, I'm focused completely on the rescue and not worrying about that.
]<<<<<
        -- DragonEyes <13:23:10/11-2-55>

>>>>>[ WHAT!! WHERE ARE YOU!?!  YOU +++++ link broken ]<<<<<
        -- Blitzkrieg <13:24:05/11-2-55>

>>>>>[ Oh dear. ]<<<<<
        -- DragonEyes <13:24:55/11-2-55>

***** Not to: WHAT
>>>>>[ My esteemed half-brother, it has come to my attention that a certain
person that you seem so eagerly to find, is . . . well . . . trying to find
me.  It seems to concern a "family matter."  Care to explain?  Did you, dear
Blitzkrieg, or Shadowfox send a puppy dog to do your dirty work?  I wonder.
]<<<<<
        -- Nightmare <13:30:03/11-2-55>

>>>>>[ NONE OF YOUR DAMN BUSINESS DREK-HEAD!!!! ]<<<<<
        -- Blitzkrieg <13:30:45/11-2-55>

***** Private: Nightmare
>>>>>[ WHAT!?!  What do you mean WHAT is looking for you?  What is that
++expletive deleted++ up to?!?  Apparently, there are some people that think he
has stolen a certain sword.  I don't think you would know anything useful about
this, though.  You never did. ]<<<<<
        -- Shadowfox <13:32:50/11-2-55>

***** Private: Shadowfox
>>>>>[ My such a low opinion of my skills.  If so, why did you send me to
Germany?  Anyway, I actually do know something of WHAT's purpose coming here.

I've included for your private view, some interesting quotes:
+++++ Include quotes

He sent these to me a little bit before he seemed to have disappeared from
Seattle.  Interesting, no? ]<<<<<
        -- Nightmare <13:38:12/11-2-55>

***** PRIVATE: Sondra
>>>>>[Delayed  --  Sorry, love.  My return from Japan is going to be
delayed for a couple more days...maybe as long as a week.  When I get
back to Seattle I will look you up straight away.

Oh, please don't bother going to visit with the pups.  I am sending them
to a new training facility in San Fran that deals specifically with Hell Hounds
for home security.  They boast that their training is the best in the
world.  We shall see.

You never got back to me about the vacation.  Are you still coming?  ]<<<<<

        -- Jason Stormwind <22:20:07 / 11-02-55>

***** PRIVATE: Jason Stormwind
>>>>>[Either you come and see me NOW or you will never see me again.  I have
requested that I be taken off of your firm's contract and reassigned elsehwere.
Find someone else to do your dirty work.  As a matter of fact, I dont want
to see you at all!  Good bye!]<<<<<

        -- Sondra <23:10:01 / 11-02-55>

***** PRIVATE: Sondra
>>>>>[Uhhh, what's gotten into you?  You've never acted this way before!  What
is the problem, love?

Your firm has handled my financial portfolio since the day I started this
company.  I assume that your decision is based purely on personal feelings
towards me.  This is not a logical decision and is a poorly thought out
action on your part.  I would suggest that you re-evaluate the amount of
revenue your personally handling my accounts brings you.]<<<<<

        -- Jason Stormwind <23:15:56 / 11-02-55>

***** PRIVATE: Jason Stormwind
>>>>>[ SEE!?  Thats just what I mean!  I thought you loved me and all you
can think about and say is some drek about how your relationship with me
is cost effective.  You dont even care, do you! ]<<<<<

        -- Sondra <23:20:00 / 11-02-55>

***** PRIVATE: DragonEyes
>>>>>[Ill be in Pittsburgh as soon as I get the chance.  It seems that my
personal life is going to begin causing me trouble VERY soon now.  This is
going to be the last thing for me for a while.  I need to take some
time off and get my life back in order.  I spent FAR too much time in
Japan.  I should have left as soon as Blitz was thinking rationally but
I was...stupid.  I have some Shadow things that I need to get out of the way
before they catch up to me.  Remind me NEVER to leave ny girlfriend home
alone during a holiday.  Remind me also NEVER to +++++ Link Terminated]<<<<<

        -- Jason Stormwind <23:25:43 /11-02-55>

*****Private: Ripley
>>>>>[ Hmmm, I will check him out in the Matrix.  Rather then that he
sounds good.  Ask him if he has any spells that can locate people or
anything else.  I know let me talk to him, I might need his help.]<<<<<
        -- Tarkis <17:55:34 / 10-2-55>

>>>>>[CB, you missed some of the best stuff!  While I wasn't in a great mood
for it, it was still fun...

Best part was that I finally got to meet some more of you people.  I'll say
it now, Dark Angel's more than a little wierd...nice to meet him, but I'll
leave it at that.

Other than that, I'll repeat some of the stuff I said at the party.  Star
Wars...how could you have NOT seen that movie?  God, that movie was great!
The FX might be better nowadays, but this WAS the 1970's afterall...the plot
was fun, the dialog nice and corny...beyond that, what, haven't you seen the
trids of the third trilogy?  They're only about ten years old... (I've been
hearing stuff about them making an updated version for trid, too.  Maybe even
a simsense version.  Ought to be cool...)

Whoever it was that made that nice illusion of the lightsabre...thanks.  Nice
item.

Oh, and Wolf...you looked great in the admiral uniform.  Really.

(I needed some nice stuff to happen...God, I'm worried about Solonus.)]<<<<<
        --  Quickling <17:00:00/11-02-55>

*****Private: DragonEyes
>>>>>[ It's about damn time y'all got off your keisters and started
worrying about Crashkit.  I wanted to get him before, but no, you
guys had to go to Japan.  Well, I'm ready.  I've never been in better
shape, and I've picked up a few tricks in the last month or so.

Let's get in there and spring the guy.  I mean C'mon DE, you owe him BIG
TIME.  It's time to pay the piper.

I can't tell you where I am, but you just tell me when and where, and
I'll be there.]<<<<<
        -- Vorien <17:15:34 / 10-02-55>

*****Private: Blitzkreig
>>>>>[Let's do this thing.]<<<<<

        -- Vorien <17:15:34 / 10-02-55>

*****PRIVATE: Velli
>>>>>[How the frag did you know about Fuchi?  That was a ll a past life,
one that was supposed to be dead and buried...I have delivered the data
howver.  I think we may need to talk...}
        --the Whistler<17:56:55/11-2-55>

>>>>>[ Ah, SURE Ah liked the lemonbolt.  There Ah was trying things out a Lister
goes - he try this, its pretty good.  Now Ah'm normally suspicious of anything
Lister says "it tastes good" but Kichanski was behind him nodding in what Ah
thought was agreement.  So Ah took decently large amount and nearly keeled over
with a heart attack.  When Ah recovered mah senses Lister and Kichanski were no
where ta be seen, which is probably good for them since Ah wanted ta hurt them.
Ah was rather happy that there was chocolate left, it help get rid of the taste.
<shiver>  Ah definately ain't goona try that again.

Cat, next time do what Ah do, go south'rn.  They figured out that corsets are a
bitch ta wear, and wouldn't let 'fashion' convince them otherwise.]<<<<<
        -- Circuit Breaker <Dante is DEAD>

>>>>>[Good party you cooked up, CB.  I'd almost forgotten
what is was like to be with a bunch of friends/peers and not
have anyone shooting at you.   As an aside, does Seraphy
do that often (show up under an illusion and then drop it after you're
used to said illusion)?  I thought I was going to have a heart attack
when he popped up like that.]<<<<<
        -- Irish <18:55:30/02-10-55>

*****Private: Quickling
>>>>>[Quickling?]<<<<<
        --  Johnson <21:15:12/11-02-55>

*****Private: Johnson
>>>>>[Sorry, can't talk, I'm out the door in ten minutes.  I'm going to Chicago.
I'll talk to you when I can...]<<<<<
        --  Quickling <21:17:15/11-02-55>

*****Private: Quickling
>>>>>[No.  Wait...]<<<<<
        --  Johnson <21:19:12/11-02-55>

*****Private: Johnson
>>>>>[No.  I can't.  I'm flying out at 11:00 PM sharp.  I need to leave in...
six minutes now.]<<<<<
        --  Quickling <21:22:15/11-02-55>

*****Private: Quickling
>>>>>[WAIT THERE.  I mean it, sis.]<<<<<
        --  Johnson <21:22:49/11-02-55>

*****Private: Johnson
>>>>>[FINE!  I'll wait.  What the hell do you want, Bill...make it fast.]<<<<<
        --  Quickling <21:23:02/11-02-55>

*****Private: Quickling
>>>>>[I've been getting some really strange buzz on the street about the Univ.
Brotherhood.  I know that's what Solonus is into.

I'm coming along.

Tell me where to meet you.  I'll fly with you...assuming you're going Air
Shadow...]<<<<<
        --  Johnson <21:25:11/11-02-55>

*****Private: Johnson
>>>>>[Fine, then, meet me there.  Address is >ENCRYPTED<.  Be there ASAP, we're
taking off in a little more than an hour-and-a-half.

I'm jacking out.  Meet you there, or not, I'll contact you in Chicago or not.
Got it?]<<<<<
        --  Quickling <21:25:49/11-02-55>

*****Private: Quickling
>>>>>[Got it sis.  Meet you there.]<<<<<
        --  Johnson <21:27:45/11-02-55>

*****Private: Quickling
>>>>>[I'm on my way.  Be there in a sec.]<<<<<
        --  Johnson <21:45:17/11-02-55>

*****Private: Courier
>>>>>[ Are you sure this will work??? ]<<<<<
        --  Fenris <22:02:18/11-02-55>

*****Private: Fenris
>>>>>[ Yes, now calm down, I know you would prefer me to get the info
there through my organisation, but they hate him even more than you do!
Now shut up...]<<<<<
        --  Courier <22:02:27/11-02-55>

+++++Routing: Fenris home node.....
+++++Masking activated.....
+++++Establishing triple doubleback link.....
+++++Connecting, private LTG.... ###-####-######
+++++LTG: access private mailbox: Lofwyr
+++++Black Ice activating.....
+++++Scanning Fenris icon.....
+++++Access granted, initiate trace.....
+++++Tracing ..... 10%

*****Private: Lofwyr
>>>>>[ You damn Wizworm, here's
+++++Tracing ..... 20%
something I was asked to
+++++Tracing ..... 30%
pass onto you!
+++++Tracing ..... 40%

+++++Include: Saeder-Krupp Documentation: Black Encrypt, unsealable by Lowfyr
+++++only.
+++++Tracing ..... 50%
+++++Tracing ..... 60%
+++++Tracing ..... 70%
+++++Document included

I have reason to believe it
+++++Tracing ..... 80%
comes directly from Maxim.
+++++Tracing ..... 90%

Bye worm! ]<<<<<
        --  Fenris <22:03:49/11-02-55>
+++++Tracing ..... 93.18%, lost link
+++++Report: Subject is transmitting from Pittsburgh

>>>>>[ Come now Fenris, you still dont blame my employer for the elf's
death, do you! ]<<<<<
        --  Jaq <22:09:52/11-02-55>

*****Private: Jaq
>>>>>[ I believe he said 'Bloody oath I do, you hairy bitch', considering
his usual demeanor, I would hazard that it is a touchy subject, but then, he
has been under a lot of stress lately. ]<<<<<
        --  Courier <22:10:36/11-02-55>

*****Private: Velli
>>>>>[ Greetings Ms. V., the people I represent know of both your
employers extensively, while the delivery of that information obviously
had to be both shadowy and timely, your choice of courier at this time was
somewhat inconsidererate. I do believe that you owe Fenris a service,
fear not, I will inform you when you can be of assistance. Additionally,
I would like to state that, although the thought of reading your
correspondance was appealing, both I, and my employers, are aware when
matters do not concern us, this is one case, and I presume it will remain
that way. After all, it is best that way, you already have enough
enemies, don't you. ]<<<<<
        --  Courier <22:24:42/11-02-55>

>>>>>[ We hopped the next flight we could, Dragoneyes, myself, Fenris and
Princess will meet you tomorrow for breakfast at *****Encrypted*****. If
we're lucky Othello and Regent will entertain each other, and we wont have
to put up with their presence... ]<<<<<
        --  Akaila <23:37:19/11-02-55>

***** Private to: Velli
>>>>>[ Your files have been forwarded to Ares and I have been ensured that
Damion Knight will get them.  Now how did you know I knew people at Ares?
And why did you choose me? ]<<<<<
        -- Raven the Mage <22:36:58/11-02-55>

>>>>>[ Hey!  Don't forget me.  This is personal after all. ]<<<<<
        -- Cerise <22:44:44/11-020-55>

>>>>>[If you have any room for a decker with a wee bit of skill in
combat, DragonEyes, I'd be happy to come along.  I've got my own
weapons, unless you plan on getting us them inside Pittsburg to avoid
customs.....Anyway, someone has to keep an eye on Cerise.......]<<<<<
        --Highlander (00:38:41/11-03-55)

>>>>>[Ah, finally a party that didn't get crashed, even if I
was a relative unknown for most of it.  I figured some people
might get offended by my costume but: A) it was the only thing
I could put together on this notice, B) Its damn hard to find
a Pheonix costume.

Irish, you thought YOU had a heart attack when Seraphy drop the
disguise?  Think about me!  Here I was, outside minding my own
business when this little black ball of cuteness accosts me.
Being semi-fond of cats, I scritched it, it purred and followed
me inside.  Much to my chargin when I find out who it really was.
*sigh*  I've had enough surprises for a looooooooong time.

Then there was the matter of Beauty and the Beast. *grin*  Crush
and Cat Dancing (in that respective order) waltzing around (at least
I think it was waltzing...I'm not much of a dancer). (someone call
DocWagon, when she sees that, my eyes are going to need replacements).
Oh, and Cat?  *PTHBT*!  You called me a jerk because of what I did?
Think about what I put Sabre and T.C. through.  Think about how I felt
about them knowing it.  Or how I couldn't contact them.  All because
of a damned promise.  If its one thing I learned at Big Red its to keep
your word.

And I have to thank all of you.  Mainly for not pummeling me when I
showed up as Death, and again for not killing me when I showed my
true colors. (although I will say I have *bruises* from Crush. *sigh*
Gotta love him!).  Moreso for the fond rememberances of comrades lost,
and taking out a certain sub-human life form whom I will not name (used
my icon in his reality *grrrr*).  Again, those that helped me out, where
I was not allowed to help myself.

++++++ I think he went sentimental folks.

And to thank Gossymer (you rotten pain in the ) for keeping watch
over me, and keeping me company.

Lladw All!]<<<<<
        -Harlequin <Ha-Ha-Ha>

****** Private: Chris Tarleton
>>>>>[Heeee, heeeee.  Ooooh, have I got an idea.

Remember that bar we went to the last time you were in town?  The one
with all of the Rising Sun flags?  Whadayasay we blow the fragger ta
kingdom come?  Just in time for Guy Fawkes Day!

Kabuki Man is gonna fly up and get me offa this tug and have me back
in San Fran sometime tomorrow morning.  Can you make it?  Say about
ten, in my office.]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (08:46:00 / 11-03-55)

***** Private to: Freddy Frypp
>>>>>[Heh...meet you in San Fran tomorrow morning around ten...]<<<<<
        --  Christopher Tarleton <Dark/Angel>

*****PRIVATE: Velli
>>>>>[ I have turned over your documentation to my superior officer,
2nd Lt. Tchadri Dthennin, along with your request to have it turned
over to Mr. Atzcapotzalco.  I have no doubt that the encryption will
be successfully opened by the appropriate person or persons.]<<<<<
        --  Macros the Black (9:47:17/11-3-55)

*****PRIVATE:  Velli
>>>>>[ 'Tetsu's got it, somewhere -- but you owe us one, lady.  I had to
do a lot of fast talking in order to persuade our man that it wasn't some
kind of code-bomb.  You haven't earned a personal guarantee from us, which
means you're going to have to in the future.  Hope you can afford us, or
else I hope you got a lot of mighty expendible bodyguards. ]<<<<<
        --  Mike and the Mechanic <9:05:25/11-03-55>

>>>>>[Hey, I missed the party.  Shields and I had fun together though.  It's
always fun to be magically active on Halloween!  Boy you can make kids jump
almost out of their skin.  Anyway, I'm glad that people had fun.]<<<<<
        -- Jasmine < 9:20:00/11-03-55 >

>>>>>[ DragonEyes, ya can count me in also, Ah think it will be fun ta deck
along side of Highlander again.  Anyway, Cerise needs someone along on the ride
who she have girl talks with.]<<<<<
        -- Circuit Breaker <Dante is DEAD>

>>>>>[ Harlequin.  Who do you think it was who kept all of the mages from
noticing who you were?  I personally thought both of our disguises where rather
fun.  In fact, I'm the one who suggested to Lister and Kichanski to give CB the
LemonBolt.  I haven't had so much fun in one night in ages.

As for the black cat disguise being Illusion, I think not.  Its rather hard to
hide the fact that you take up quite a few more cubic meters than a normal cat.
No, it was definately ALL skill, with a bit of magic mixed in, of course.

Quickling, your welcome for the lightsaber, I was able to watch the series last
month after having watched the trideo Third Trilogy.  Personally, I don't think
that I had the laser hum at the right pitch.]<<<<<
        -- Seraphy <10:30:13/11-03-55>

>>>>>[ Actually, I have seen Star Wars, the original Trilogy, about 5 years ago
when we were first starting off.  I remember it being an ok movie, but I don't
remember much beyond that.]<<<<<
        -- Circuit Breaker <Dante is DEAD>

>>>>>[ Again, we repeat our request to come in contact with the following
(revised) list of people.  If anyone can tell us where we can find these
folks, or can get us in contact with them, we're very willing to pay.

        Silent Dark, aka Mario Greymist
        Mike and the Mechanic
        Macros the Black
        StreetWOLF
        William6174
        Freddy Frypp

Please reply.  (Oh, and we apologize for not catching any back stuff -- we
had to adjust our virtual location for a while.  Renraku didn't like
us using their research db for a bolthole.) ]<<<<<
     --  OS^2( 10:35:00/11-3-55)

*****PRIVATE:  Velli
>>>>>[Well, Ms. Velli, or Ms. V as you are known around these parts, I know
about you and your lovely corporation's involvement with The Orginization.  It
was all there in the documents that Dante so conviently amassed before his
unfortunate demise.  Your personal relationship with The Orginization also
explains how you know of the Neutral Corporate Site in Switzerland, and by
invoking the protocols you informed me of via courier, I have informed my
superiors of Maxim's request to use the facility for a meeting.  I personally
recommended that your request be denied and that Maxim be frozen out of use of
the location for all time, but my superiors have apparently been receiving
other similar requests, all relating to a meeting with each other and Maxim.
How you got the Presidents and CEOs of all the Big 8 to meet you simultaneously
I wish I knew.  I'm sure it would clear up many of our problems with them and
give us some leverage over them, as we now have over you.

Special Branch will not be providing security, but the Corporate Branch will.
Enjoy what little time you and your corporation have left.  Even if the hornets
nest of the Big 8 you stirred up doesn't get you, Interpol and the governments
of the world will.]<<<<<
        --  Commander Drake, Interpol <14:14:58/11-03-55>

***** Private: Velli
>>>>>[And just how did you know I had contacts at MTC?
Those kind of files are usualy sealed in a "no-link" state.
However, since you _do_ appear to have access to such files,
I may be contacting you on a personal matter, at some time.]<<<<<
        -- Irish <13:10:20/03-11-55>

>>>>>[OS^2, assure me of saf'ty an' I migh' be willin ta meet ya.  I donna who
ya are so I canna trust ya til I know.]<<<<<
        --  STREETWOLF(Fire is an Elf's Best Friend)<15:52:45/11-03-55>

>>>>>[So OS^2, ya finally got up the nads to try and contact me
again, huh?  ONLY on my conditions:

1) I get to pick the location - physical or virtual - of the meet.

2) I get to bring as much ordinance and / or security as I feel is
necessary.

3) My people get to do a fraggin' near strip search of you, and you
come alone.

4) Up front I get to know what you want.

5) I get to back out whenever I damn well please.

6) Zero outside interference from you if I accept.

7) I reserve the right to bring in outside assets at MY discretion.

If you agree to comply to all of my conditions, I will grant you an
audience, to be dictated later.]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (15:17:00 / 11-03-55)

***** Private: Chris Tarleton
>>>>>[Persistent little whelp, isn't he?  If he agrees to my
conditions, I'm going to arrange for a virtual meet at one of the
havens out of LA.

Ever been to the Republic of Desire?  Don't get your hopes up, it's a
haven named after a bunch of hackers in an old sci-fi book.  Their
security is pretty good, but I'd like you to tag along.  Spark'll try
to get there, too, along with all of that really neat stuff he's
gotten from Bas.  Including one of those whizzer decker-intitiated
trace programs we picked up a coupla weeks back.

Anyway, talk to you tomorrow morning.]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (15:20:12 / 11-03-55)

***** Private: Freddy Frypp
>>>>>[When's this meeting?  I'll be there...]<<<<<
        --  Christopher Tarleton <Dark/Angel>

***** PRIVATE: DragonEyes, Blitzkreig, Cerise
>>>>>[Problem solved.  Sorry for the delay.

I will be leaving Seattle tomorrow morning early and have the ability
to bring equipment of nearly any nature along (I do have size restrictions --
Im bringing in a 6 seater private charter) with me.

I am assuming that we have all the mundane stuff we could need (guns, big
guns, and 'oh my god, dont point that at my planet') do I am currently
planning on bringing my four eldest, and best trained, hell hounds, armor
for myself, and enough summoning material to choke a small horse.

Cerise:  If you already have a jump point there, I would greatly
appreciate it if you would set up a decent sized summoning circle for
earth, fire and air elementals -- In that order.  IF you have the time.  If
not, dont worry about it.  I am going to need some time (days) to get myself
ready to go so that I am comfortable.

I need to know the time table for this.

I will be bringing a few people with me, MoonWulf and Key-Low.  Both are
Wolf Shamans from my magical group and Waltzs with Bear (PLEASE do NOT
give her shit about her name.  She will go balistic.) who will be on
healing detail for my group and anyone else who needs it.  I might have one
more in tow...not sure yet.  ]<<<<<

        -- Kor <21:16:31 / 11-03-55>

>>>>>>[ OS^2 -- hate to break it to you, but I seriously doubt anyone could
find William6174 now.  Somethings are best left alone. ]<<<<<
        -- Shadowfox <14:07:05/11-3-55>

>>>>>[ STREETWOLF, sorry about misspelling your name.  The boss's data
files were kinda screwed up, so....  We are willing to meet you in what-
ever location you desire; one of us will be sent as a representative, with
full authority to conclude and/or modify any contracts between yourself
and the Society.  Feel free to arrange for your own security and peace of
mind; we are sure that you will immediately see the advantages of a
freelance/membership contact with the Society, and thus see no need
to interfere with our representative. ]<<<<<
        --  OS^2 (14:11:02/11-3-55)

***** Private: Jason Stormwind, Vorien, Akaila, Fenris, Princess, Cerise,
Highlander, Claw, Circuit Breaker, Scourge
>>>>>[ Okay.  Here's my timeline:

+++++ Include timeline.mod5

To answer a few questions:
1) Yes you can pick up your choice of toys within Pittsburgh.
2) Running Matrix cover seems to be: IBA (who is one of four people reading
this as I type it), Circuit Breaker, and Scourge.
3) Infiltration team is following: ++++ team.list ++++

My contact (stop pestering me Blitzkrieg!) has arranged for vehicles for us to
use for the raid.  I don't think he will want them back after the raid....
I have enough funds to pay each of you >>encrypted<< for your troubles in
helping me out.  I'll see you all soon for final plannings. ]<<<<<
        -- DragonEyes <14:17:39/11-3-55>

***** Private: Blitzkrieg
>>>>>[ Wow!  Where the frag did DE get all the money to pay us that?  And what
is this about this "contact" that you don't like? ]<<<<<
        -- Scourge <14:20:09/11-3-55>

>>>>>[ William6174, according to the datapacks, was supposed to have
been taken care of -- reintegrated in a boomer body or some such --
about a year ago.  Shadowfox, is this information incorrect?  If so,
it will mean that a major portion of our estimates will have to be
revised. ]<<<<<
        --  OS^2 (14:29:18/11-3-55)

***** PRIVATE: the Whistler
>>>>>[Again, sorry for the short notice.  I have time to see / meet with you
tonight.  I am currently in Seattle.  Do you have the time?  Meat or
Astral, your choice.

Hey, have you heard anything from Kovac or ...ummm, what was that little
fragger's name?  His brother or half brother or something like
that.  He was supposed to be staying at a place I had set up for him but
I dont think he showed.  Im starting to get a little worried.  I had some
people that were instructed to keep him safe and out of trouble but
they either missed him or he didnt show up.

I might need your help on a run in the near future.  You up for it?  ]<<<<<

        -- Kor <21:56:45 / 11-03-55>

***** PRIVATE: DragonEyes
>>>>>[Not so subtle request  --  PLEASE do not use that name for me.  I
cannot afford to have too many people know of my involvement in this.  For
now Kor will do unless we are alone and calling me Jason, my given name, is
great...  ]<<<<<

        -- Kor <22:40:16 / 11-03-55>

>>>>>[ As you have given me a list of demands, M. Frypp, I see it
only fair that I reply to each seperately.

1)  Pick any location, any reality.  We are adaptive if nothing else.

2)  As with 1), feel free.  We will be sending one representative.

3)  It is insulting, but if you assure me that you treat all of your
business associates in this manner, by all means.

4)  You can know that now.  In one word, business.  To explain further,
we intend on moving equipment and cash through your establishment on the
scale of six to seven digits per twenty-four-hour period.

5)  Back out?  Certainly, if you are willing to take the penalties.

6)  This is business.  We don't care where you get the equipment, or where you
dispose of that which we pass back to you -- we simply expect it to be done.
If you do not live up to your end of the agreement, we will, of course, take
steps to insure our own safety.

7)  Of course.  Naturally, if you decide to utilise those assets against us,
we will retaliate at our discretion.

We will remain in touch.]<<<<<
        --  OS^2 (15:02:41/11-3-55)

>>>>>[OS^2 Aftre discussin' this with Colice, we decided tha' we ca' meet at
>location< Be there Tomorrow at 18:30.  i will be waitin.]<<<<<
        --  STREETWOLF(fire is an Elf's Best Friend)<18:15:30/11-03-55>

>>>>>[ STREETWOLF -- That will be sufficient. ]<<<<<
        --  OS^2 (15:35:30/11-3-55)

>>>>>[I downloaded this from a Swiss source.  Don't know what it means, but as
I live to do this drek, here it is whether you want it or not!

+++++Include Trideo Download+++++

+++++Engage translator:  German to English

...representatives from all of the Big 8 megacorps have been rumored to be
arriving here in Zurich all day long for a meeting somewhere in neutral
Switzerland.  Some reports even have the Presidents of Ares Macrotech and
Yamatetsu arriving by private semi-ballistic earlier, but these are as of now
unconfirmed.

Rumors have been circulating here for quite some time that the Swiss
government maintains a bunker type neutral site for upper level meetings
between megacorporations, usually considered the Big 8.  However, this is the
first time that members of all the AAA megacorps have gathered for a meeting,
or at least the first time they have done so outside of Zurich-Orbital.

Additional unsubstantiated rumors have the cause being the up and coming
multinational, Maxim Arms, and a Maxim Arms semi-ballistic was reputed to have
landed in Geneva earlier today....

+++++End Trideo Download+++++ ]<<<<<
        --  Trideo Pirate <19:18:06/11-03-55>

***** Private: Freddy Frypp
>>>>>[I need to take care of some personal business.   I'm pretty
sure Jac will be okay fro the short duration I'll be gone, but
I've asked a few people to keep their eye on him.

I'd have taken him with me, but he seem to have this huge blind
spot, which is directly related to what I need to do.

If you  feel it necessary to replace me, I completely understand,
unfortunately I've got to make sure a debt gets paid.  If so, I'd just
like to say that I appreciate the opportunity to work for you, and I feel
that I've gained quite a bit in the process.

If you choose to allow me this short leave of absence, I will be
back on the job as soon as I can.

To call the watchers off Jac, should you decide to hire new help, let me
know, or send >ENCRYPTED< to >LTG< at >ENCRYPTED<.

Thank you again for the opportunity, and I shall be back as soon as
possible.]<<<<<

        --  Vorien <17:33:06/11-03-55>

+++++Warning:  Delayed mailing arriving on ultra-low priority channel.
+++++Target is Action Jackson persona....
+++++Warning:  Action Jackson currently under Org. Security Protocols.
+++++Copy of message decrypted and sent to Controller....  Forward complete

*****PRIVATE:  Action Jackson
>>>>>[If you're getting this, boss, I'm dead.  No big deal, really.  Death is
overrated, and I've been geeked before.  But I have paydata for you.

While searching through the systems for Dante, I ran into some really weird
covering traces.  Somehow his traces were being buried and erased from all the
systems I found them in, usually as I saw them.  My trace problems were unable
to follow them, so the trace coverage was better than I thought Dante could
do.  But what was really fraggin weird was that they looked really familiar, so
I went digging.

I found, much to my surprise, that our own security was being used to cover
Dante's tracks.  Not just The Org's, but the corp's too.  And his tracks were
being overwatched by programs of my own design; code that I paid a lot to the
folks in the Nexus to verify that it wasn't crackable(not within the time they
worked on it, some 2 months solid).

I dug further, looking for the traces Dante would have left in the system while
setting it up, and found nothing.  I even put time in on the Hyperdeck--still
no trace residues, no forced entry, nothing.  Now, Dante has a drek-hot deck,
but it's load is so high that, unless he was running slowed down a lot or using
his CPU time stealing utility the whole time, his deck would have left
traces.  I eliminated all the possibilities and still found nothing.

Until I considered the possibility that he had gained control of someone at the
corp or The Org.  The Org was very much more important, so I worked there until
I eliminated everyone who could have set up the necessary cloaking system.  I
did sig. checks, timing checks, reserve checks, everything that a deck could
possibly leave in the system.  No....

+++++Warning:  Coping and decryption has degraded protection.  Decrypt now
+++++Possible upon the contained file.

                               ...-one at the Org was responsible.

But then I hit the corp and hit paydata.  Almost immediately I found traces of
someone who was using an excellent deck, but with only normal skill.  I
double and triple checked.  Nicole Velli was covering Dante's tracks using
corporate and Org resources.

I went digging and found that she had donated large sums of nuyen to some of
his accounts, used corp contracts to help build a bunker in the Shattergraves,
fully equipped, and was still in contact with him.  I have enclosed copies of
private communications between Nicole and Dante.

+++++Include Memos:  Dante and Velli

Do what you will, boss.  Oh, and another thing, and this is important for the
Matrix raiders who nail Dante.  Dante's MPCP is a multi-persona, and one of
the personas on it is a form we've been working on corporately for a while now,
something that we've almost got perfected.  A Wraith chip.  It converts the
persona and all the programs of the user's persona to match nearly exactly a
target's persona.  So he could use it on me and there'd be two Solitaire
personas at once, at least down to 4 levels of complexity.  The only thing is
that he requires "physical" contact with the other persona to duplicate it.
It's mighty dangerous, and if you can get a copy of it, the corp would really
like it.

I hope this doesn't put you in danger, boss, but it could mean that Nicole is
bidding to take control of The Org and the corp.  That can't happen.  She's
nastier than even Dante is, considering that she may actually respect her
enemies and then plan for them and whatever they do.]<<<<<
        --  Solitaire <19:42:44/11-03-55>

*****PRIVATE:  Moriarity
>>>>>[Sir, I am now en route to the meeting.  I have been informed that all the
Presidents and CEOs have arrived.  I will do whatever I can.  Keep aware that
the contingency plans call for Crystal Night if my signals cannot be picked up.
Matt knows the situation, and will perform if I am killed.

I will do whatever I can.]<<<<<
        --  Velli <19:46:45/11-03-55>

*****PRIVATE:  Velli
>>>>>[Ma'am, this just arrived.

+++++include Solitaire to AJ file

What do you want done regarding this?  I am certain that it arrived on Pete's
desk before it arrived here.  I will try to keep him from seeing it, but I
cannot guarantee I can retrieve it before he sees it.]<<<<<
        --  Avatar <19:48:22/11-03-55>

*****PRIVATE:  Avatar
>>>>>[These are your orders.  My forces are already mobilized and ready for
the coup.  Begin it as soon as the meeting is scheduled to begin.  Take Pete
and arrest him under the Security Protocols.  Alex is out of contact, but when
he reappears after the BIS thing, take him as well.  He is more dangerous than
Pete is, since he started the whole orginization and is the only person who
could garner enough support in The Org to pose a problem.  He alone could
destroy us, so get him, but after he gets the BIS.  Be prepared for resistance,
but keep the deaths to an absolute minimum.  By the time I'm back, I expect you
to be in complete control.]<<<<<
        --  Velli <19:52:28/11-03-55>

*****PRIVATE:  Velli
>>>>>[Yes, ma'am!]<<<<<
        --  Avatar <19:53:13/11-03-55>

>>>>>[ Well, heres another stunning special report from NY's  own Faith
Ferguson.  Isn't she just gorgeous!?

+++++ Download: SNOOP-TV newsfeed

The image fades into to show dirty city streets, grey in the darkness that is
permeated every so often by street lights.  In the center of the picture is a
beautiful elven woman with long platinum blonde hair.  She is wearing a red
business suit-dress with a white blouse that is cut rather low to show off her
ample cleavage.  In her hands is a micro-phone with the "SNOOP-TV", a NY based
news station, symbol blazoned on it.

Swinging her head towards the camera, an act which makes her luxerious hair fly
outwards in a provactive manner, she begins to speak in an excited yet sultry
voice.  "Hello Big Apple, this is Faith Ferguson of Snoop-TV coming to you live
from outside the NY Interpol biulding.  There are reports that a large group of
terrorists, possibly around 30 people and well equiped, have infiltrated and
taken control of the building."

"From reports, the attack, happened only 10 minutes ago, at about 8PM when a
group of people violently entered the building from underground, street level,
and the roof.  NYPD Inc and Knight Errant were quickly called in with thier SWAT
and RDF forces, and from reports they had the building cordoned off within five
minutes of the attack, and are keeping people away for some 3 blocks in every
direction."

"Its seems they entered and gained control of the building in less than a
minute. The night security was unable to stop them, and there are reports of a
large decker invasion into the system which hindered the security even more."

"As we landed at the scene, the terrorists were releasing most of the prisoners
except for the special computer crimes head, Commander Drake get released.  It
seems now that the police are getting ready to enter the building within the
next few minutes.  Either they have word about Commander Drake, or they may have
orders to invade, we do not know at this time.  We do know that the police now
estimate the terrorists to number around 50 or so people.  As of yet, they have
made no demands, and the police are unsure of what they want.  We will now give
you live coverage of the scene."

The camera turns away from Faith Ferguson and towards the towering IP building.
The tower is surround by police vehicles from NYPD and Knight Errant, while
closer to the building are 3 transports and 2 wasp choppers flitting around the
sides.  Every so often, the forms of elemental manifesting for short periods can
be seen, it seems as if terrorists have large amount of magical support.

After a few minutes, the police line becomes more active.  The vehicles start to
move and missles launch out at the transports and the helicopters.  The
helicopters are surrounded by a small shimmering as they dodge away and the
missles miss and hit the building.  The missles hit the transports, which
immediately explode, and then explode again as some type of self-destructs goes
off inside them.  The helicopters are no longer visible, either they have left
the scene or they have gone around to the other side of the building.

Suddenly, the is a loud muffled WHUMPH from inside the IP building.  The center
of the building begins to cave in, dragging the rest of the building with it.
Within 5 seconds, the building has been completely leveled into rubble, as tons
of dust obscures the air in the area.  A small flurry of activity can be seen
around the destroyed transports, it seems that the elementals are removing
evidence.

The camera goes back to Faith, who looks rather shocked at the events that have
just transpired.  With a startled look, realizing that she is being shot again,
Faith begins to quickly speak "There you have it folks, it looks as if the
terrorists  have blown up the Interpol building.  We have no word yet whether
Commander Drake was caught in the collapse.  The police are now moving in to
investigate the sceen and see if they can find any clues.  It looks as if the
helicopters escaped in the explosion and there does not seem to be much left
that would be useful to identify the transports."

"It looks as if it may be a while before any developements occur, so SNOOP-TV
will return you to your normal programing, while keeping you updated on any new
developements.  This is Faith Ferguson signing off for SNOOP-TV Action
Reporting, and reminding you to always 'Have Faith in Faith'."  Faith ends with
flinging back of her luxerious hair and provocative sigh centered mostly in her
chest area.

+++++ End Download

Sigh, you just have to love that girl.  I for one have faith.]<<<<<
        -- One of the Faithful <22:30:23/11-03-55>

>>>>>[ Sorry OS^2.  I cannot help your cause further.  You'll have to find out
for yourself. ]<<<<<
        -- Shadowfox <20:55:20/11-3-55>

>>>>>[ Of course, he won't further your cause.  The only one he will further is
that of aiding others in creating premature permanent deaths.  Shadowfox, I'm
afraid you push me to far.  A counter-gift for all "your kindness" is in the
works. ]<<<<<
        -- Nightmare <20:58:17/11-3-55>

>>>>>[Och, it's been a LONG time since I was able to enjoy myself.....
Or escort Cerise anyplace social.  Thanks for the party, folks!

And rest in peace, Powerhouse, Raven and all the rest....we'll miss
you all!]<<<<<
        --Highlander (21:49:46/11-3-55)

>>>>>[ WOW!!! look at this doosie from Kerblitz News in Berlin

+++++ Download  Kerblitz newfeed - include auto-translator

The image fades in to show an aerial view of a city, centered in the middle of
the picture is a wide area of destruction.  Converging on the sceen, ever as the
camera shoots are many and various military and para-military vehicles, most
bearing the MET2000 symbol.  Also converging on the sceen are the various
vechiles of news people, disaster hounds, and looters.

The voice of ace reporter Heinrich 'Wolf' Bernstein "We are neering the site of
the incident now.  It seems that just 9 minutes ago, a very heavily armed and
very large para-military force blew up section of Berlin barrens.  It is unknown
yet who did the act, but all major mega-corps in the area have denied
involvement, and the MET2000 concurs that it was not one the corps presently
located in Berlin, thouh they also have no clues."

"The recent word on the street is that the location that no longer exists below
us was in reality the secret data vault for the BIS.  I for one can say that
many people will be happy to see the information in there on them gone.  The BIS
has of yet not released any statement on whether the area was under their
ownership."

"It seems that the force  entered the building at about midnight from the ground
level, and possibly the roof as well. Within about 30 seconds they had entered
the building and had it under near total control in under  a minute or two.
Reports put the combat as being thick and deadly.  There are claims of great
magical support, a fact which has been verified by KerBlitz mages in stating
that the area has had large amounts of recent magical activity.  There are
reports coming in that the forces also had atleast 2 ACV's and three RPV's on
the sceen as was drones and ultraligts for air cover.  Missles are said to have
taken out over 2 MET2000 planes and 3 combat helicopters."

"There are people who safely exited the building, though we are also told there
were quite a few casualties.  About 5 minutes ago, 6 minutes after the attack
start, the unknown forces left the sceen in various direction and shortly there
after the building exploded in collussul display of distruction.  About 2
minutes later MET2000 was able to get their large number of forces on the scene
to back up the air forces they had quickly responded with, but by that time the
attack force was vanished from the scene."

News from around the city reports that there have been more explosions just
recently, it seems that many vehicles have been scrapped and left for junk in
various parts of the city.  People have called in and stated that the vehicles
were first self-destructed and then set upon by what reports claim to be
elementals.  We have been unsure of the validity of some statements that we have
received until now, but because of the number of them we have decided that it is
not a hoax or exageration.  The reports basically concur that 2 combat machine
of some type with a form between that of miltary armor and that of a vehicle
were present at the scene.  Further more, these 'bots' for a better word, have
not been reported destructed away from the scene like the other vehicles.

We still do not have any word as of yet whether their have been any factions
claiming to have done this.  Officials say that they are already investigating
the attack and are sending parties into the remains to search for survivors.
I personally am of the opinion that this attack is somehow related to the
earlier attack today upon the Interpol HeadQuarters in New York, UCAS, since
both attacks were done by highly skilled forces with military equipment and
support.  We will continue to bring word to you as it comes in.  This is Wolf
signing off for Kerblitz, and reminding you that if something happens, Wolf will
always track it down


+++++ End Download

DID YOU SEE THE DESTRUCTION!!! I WISH I COULD HAVE BEEN THERE TO SEE IT!!]<<<<<
        -- Chaos Hound <23:12:34/11-03-55>

***** PRIVATE: Sondra
>>>>>[OH GOD.  GOD GOD!

Sell it all.  Sell it now!  SELL IT ALL!

Get away from Maxim.  Get Well away from there.  Sell everything we have.
I dont care if you do it slowly at all.  Get rid of it as fast as you can
without getting yourself in a lot of trouble.

+++++ Begin Encryption

Im leaving.  I love you.  I might not come back.  If I am alive when
this is all over I will meet you in the islands.  Your tickets are
waiting for you.  I love you but I have to do this...

+++++ End Encryption

Thank you, love.  Sorry for the scare but from what I hear in the shadows
here Maxim is doing a VERY bad thing.

Take the money from the sale of stock with you to the islands.  We might
need it.

How would you like to have a world tour for your honey moon.

Please set into motion, in case I need it, the sale of IS&M. ]<<<<<

        -- Jason Stormwind <06:06:12 / 11-04-55>
           Executive Officer
           Industrial Sound and Magic

>>>>>[Sorry CB: Looks like I'm doing the physical assault.  You'll just
have to make do with the other lads......;>  But it'll be good to be
doing something again....And after this, we finish with the other
matter......]<<<<<
        --Highlander (22:47:22/11-03-55)

***** PRIVATE: DragonEyes, Cerise, Highlander 
>>>>>[Feel free to send this to others on the team. 

This is going to be the last run for me for a short while.  I need to take
care of some personal business directly after this.  I have arranged for
extraction to a save place for myself and anyone else who needs it.  Any
of you are welcome to join me for a couple of weeks before I move again. 

DragonEyes:  Please donate my share for this run to Powerhouse's favorite
charity in his name.

I have some work to do before we hit launch point.  May all of your
totems, percieved or not, be with you.  May the strength of bear save
save us.  ]<<<<<

        -- Kor <06:51:50 / 11-04-55>

***** PRIVATE: Kor
>>>>>[Thanks for the offer, laddie...But I've been inactive for too long
as it is.  Keep yourself safe, though.]<<<<<
        --Highlander (23:17:43/11-03-55)

***** Private to: StreetWolf
>>>>>>Looks like somethin' ta look into, Eva since I was touched, I keep
getting more curious and curious.  I wanna know.  does " O^S " Mean anything
to you??? I'll check My sources and see what I can see. I want to know.  If I
find anything how do you want me to reach you?  If you acquire any new
insight to this, you can reach me here <##^encr!pted^##> besides I need a
somethin' a do, this taking it easy like the Doc says aint healthy for
me...<<<<<<<
             -- GoD <never forget I'm all ways Watching><11-4-55, 06:20>

***** Private: Vorien
>>>>>[OK, I'll send somebody down for a quick look-see at what
you've left.  Have fun.]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (08:59:33 / 11-04-55)

***** Private: OS^2, Chris Tarleton
>>>>>[I'll be as insulting as I fraggin' well please.  You want to do
biz with me, I don't necessarily want to do biz with you.  I don't
care for your techniques.  You ask about me through third parties,
you disappear, you're broadcasting to the whole fraggin' world and
most of all you refer to yourself with plural pronouns.

So far, I'm curious, if nothing else.  What kind of "equiptment" do
plan to move through a city that is militarily occupied?

I'm very busy at the moment, we will meet, virtually, on the eighth
at a time yet to be determined.  Meet me at this location
>>>RTG/LTG<<<.  It's a decker haven out of Los Angeles calling itself
the Republic of Desire.  They're security is adequate for my needs
and I'm sure it will agree with yours.  I've taken the liberty of
making arrangements, they'd like you to forward an account to cover
expenses.]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (09:09:09 / 11-04-55)
           President
           Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

***** Private: Chris Tarleton
>>>>>[Did you get all of that?  I'm starting to sound like a broken
record - uh, never mind - but, he is persitent.  I didn't think
anybody in their right mind would agree to those demands.  Kinda
makes me wonder what's up....

Six or seven digits per day...wow.

Anyway, we'll talk about it when you get over here.  See ya in a
few.]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (09:13:55 / 11-04-55)
           President
           Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

***** Private: Basilisk
>>>>>[Wow!  I'm really impressed with what you've done with Spark!  I
just got done watching him crack into the SFPD system.  VERY slick.
I think you've actually made an icebreaker out of him.

Just think, only seven weeks until the Christmas bonuses come out....
Name yours.]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (09:15:00 / 11-04-55)
           President
           Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

***** Private to: Freddy Frypp
>>>>>[I'll see you there, pal.]<<<<<
        --  Christopher Tarleton <Dark/Angel>

>>>>>[Fuchi North America's HQ just went totally apedrek!  They're
beefing up security something vicious.  Not that I'm complaining or
anything, we just got a supplementary perimeter defense contract that
was negotiated in about ten minutes (abso-fragging-lutely huge
profit margin on this one).

The head, THE HEAD, of security called me PERSONALLY to ask if I
could spare some legbreakers!   Natch, I told him I'd have to weaken
our presence at our smaller clients', but he tripled his fraggin'
offer!

This is screwy.  I've never had a megacorp come and kiss my butt for
security.  Mostly we work (legitimately) for individuals or small,
local businesses. Anybody know what's up?

If anybody's planning on hitting Fuchi NA's HQ building, could you
drop me a line with a little warning so I can get my people out of
the way?

One more thing, if anybody ever needs maps of Fuchi NA's HQ, we're
getting the database started right now. <grin>]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (11:39:12 / 11-04-55)
           President
           Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

***** Private to: Freddy Frypp
>>>>>[I presume that I'm going to be asked to take a look around?]<<<<<
        --  Christopher Tarleton <Dark/Angel>

***** Private: Chris Tarleton
>>>>>[If you want to.  I was just planning on send in Spark, now that
he's back too.  You gotta watch the kid sometime.  Basilisk REALLY
did an excellent job with him.

Here, let me dump the log of a quick run he pulled against the SFPD
this morning before you got here.

+++++ FILE DUMP: SPARKII.SFP

You might not be terribly impressed, but the kid is coming along
nicely.]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (12:25:59 / 11-04-55)
           President
           Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

>>>>>[Chaos Hound, you are one sick fragger!  Do you know
that?]<<<<<
        -- Irish <11:29:01/04-11-55>

>>>>>[Does anyone know why Ares is mobalizing evrything they have?
Merc units, security forces, fast response teams, even their Desert
Wars compliment is on full alert!  And these boys are being issued
toys that I never got to play with when I was with Ares.  Normaly
I woudn't be asking this on the net, but my contact in Security/
Intelligence has clammed up on me.]<<<<<
        -- Irish <11:36:25/04-11-55>

***** Private to: Freddy Frypp
>>>>>[He's got a long way to go yet.

If I could recommend something, you could use a good run simulation.  Want me to
coordinate something for him?]<<<<<
         --  Christopher Tarleton <Dark/Angel>

>>>>>[No clue, Irish.  I'll ask around.]<<<<<
         --  Christopher Tarleton <Dark/Angel>

***** PRIVATE: Irish
>>>>>[There is something REALLY big going on down in Atzlan and a
lot of people hav ebeen mobilized into that area.  Bigtime stuff
and really large weapons and magical support.  I hear there are
doing a lot of hiring down in that area.
+++++ Encryption:  On

Sorry for the misdirection.  From what I have heard someone at the top
is doing a very bad thing.  I had originally suspected that Lofwyr was
the one initiating all of it but I am not entirely sure anymore.  Have
you been watching the news?  There was some big mucky-muck meeting
with the PRESIDENTS / CEO's of ALL of the big eight.

That along with maxim and their "recalls" has me worried.  I have
used a lot of maxim equipment and its not bad at all.  Someone is doing
something and the worm is in on it.  I dont know about the others.

I have a great fear that Maxim is being set up to be the scape goat.  They
have been moving up the ladder very quickly these last few months and
their stock, despite some internal problems, has been pretty darned
stable.  Its moved upward in leaps and bounds since I first started taking
an interest in them.  Last night, however, I dumped all of my stock in
them.  Its not safe anymore until this all blows over.

When was the last time you have seen ALL of the eight go on high security?
I cant even gain access to my research back in the pyramid.

+++++ Encryption: Off

I would go down there, I did get an offer, but I have some other things in
the air in Denver.  ]<<<<<


        -- Kor <18:42:58 / 11-04-55>

***** Private: Chris Tarleton
>>>>>[Crazy you should mention simulations.  Have you ever been
skydiving?  Majikthize got me hooked a couple years back.  Anyway, he
got a simulation program for practice jumps that'll absolutely knock
your socks off.  It's great, when you screw up, in the examination
afterwards you get to see just how far the guts woulda smeared.

But, anyway, if you think you can put together something you're
welcome to try.  How much space is this gonna take in the system?  The
database of Fuchi's HQ should take up a good chunk of memory.]<<<<<
       -- Freddy Frypp (13:40:00 / 11-04-55)
          President
          Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

>>>>>[Waitaminnit, Fuchi's bringing in external contractors to cover
perimeter security (for whatever reason) and now Ares is mobilizing?!

'Scuse me folks, but I gotta make a quick trip to the Stuffer
Shack....]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (13:42:59 / 11-04-55)
           President
           Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

***** Private to: Freddy Frypp
>>>>>[Hey.  I was going to run it on one of my systems.

Can I borrow ten billion nuyen for about five seconds?]<<<<<
        --  Christopher Tarleton <Dark/Angel>

*****PRIVATE: Kor
>>>>>[Nice to hear from you again.  I was beginning to wonder what had
happened to you (as if that is my business).  I understand Kovak made it
to Seattle, but as for his condition...I don't know.  And his brother
(supposedly) Tarkis is in Seattle also I believe, but I could very well
be wrong.  He is on the run from some metahuman terrrorist group, and
other than that, I really don't know.

So you might have a little action to throw my way?  Sure, why not.  I
took the last couple of weeks of to do some enchanting, so I'm more than
ready to go.]<<<<<
        --the Whistler<14:30:14/11-4-55>

***** PRIVATE: the Whistler
>>>>>[Nothing overly major as far as I can tell.  I need someone to
be at a safehouse for me to make sure I get healed up and out of the
country.  I have a few people in the wings right now but having a combat
mage to back up my medics would make me that much happier.

I need you in Pittsburgh ASAP.  I can arrange transport for you there and
from there to wherever you want to go.  I suspect that I will be hot
property when I am done here.  If you are up for this it will be a couple
of days work, maybe some light to heavy action.  Depends on how fragged up I
will be when I leave.

I need to know ASAP if you can make it.  I am setting up for my jump now
and will need to look for local talent if you cant make it.  I will need
you on a plane within 2 hours...im strapped for time.

We can talk about pay now or when you are on the plane.  There will be
someone at this airport at hanger nine from now until 2 hours from
now.  If you are there when the plan leaves, you get paid, if not they
will call me.

Sorry to be so quick about this...but too much is happening too
quickly.  ]<<<<<

        -- Kor <21:38:30 / 11-04-55>

*****PRIVATE: Kor
>>>>>[I'm sorry Kor, but I won't be able to make it.  It seems that my
bosses from another life have recalled me back to active service.  Miles
Lanier, head of Internal Security, called me HIMSELF!  And since I still
owe them a great deal, I'm afraid I'll be doing security for them for a
while.  My apologies.  If this whole damn Maixm Arms/possible Omega Order
business hadn't come up, I would already be in Pittsburgh.  I mean, this
whole thing could drive the value of my whole stock portfolio into the
drekker.  At least I don't own any Maxim Arms stock...]<<<<<
        --the Whistler<15:07:55/11-4-55>

>>>>>[Its all right Higlander, Ah'll have I.B.A. ta keep me company and ta pick
fun at.  An don't worry about us physically, Ah doubt they'll be able ta track
us this time, and if they do, well Ah'm ready with a surprise or three.]<<<<<
        -- Circuit Breaker <15:05:34/11-04-55>

***** PRIVATE: the Whistler
>>>>>[I dont either.  I was very near getting myself some sway in the
company (was shooting for a seat on the board) when I got this feeling
(ok, a tip) that things were going to go down hill.  I jumped out last
night or so.  Pulled in a pretty tidy sum.

So, ummm, what the HELL is an Omega order?  I know that I have been shut
out of MY work at Aztech and my accounts for the frame there are either
locked down or toasted.  A few friends I have say that LSS, Freddy's People,
Eagle, KE and ALL of the Worm's forces have been mobilized.  Im outta here.
To HELL with this...time for a nice long vacation.  ]<<<<<

        -- Kor <22:35:47 / 11-04-55>

***** PRIVATE: Freddy Frypp
>>>>>[I might have need to come your way for a couple of days / months.
You dont know me, and I really dont know you but what I do know is that
you have a security company, a nice contract, and contacts that might
be able to get my ass out of the fire.

Im looking for a job for a little while.  ]<<<<<

        -- Kor <22:41:51 / 11-04-55>

>>>>>[ Yes, I know.  AND I LOVE IT!!!]<<<<<
        -- Chaos Hound <16:46:03/11-04-55>

*****PRIVATE: Freddy Frypp

>>>>>[I know you don't really know me, Mr. Frypp, but the PD message you
left sounds suspicious.  Maybe I've been running the shadows for too long
and I've got paranoia on the brain, but doesn't the Fuchi offer sound a
little too good to be true?  It sounds to me like they're keeping they're
own security safe and putting your people on the butchers block.  In old
times, it was the mercenaries who would get the first call, since they
weren't the elite army of the land.  And they wouldn't be missed if
something happened to them while on patrol.
        Just a warning.]<<<<<
        -- Spellslinger (17:58:26/11-4-55)

>>>>>[Sounds like some bad things are running around out there.  If
anyone needs me, I'm taking a little vacation to the Carib League.]<<<<<
        -- Spellslinger (17:59:58/11-4-55)

>>>>>[Carib league?  Oh, yes, this reminds me-- has anyone heard about
large cubical structures hitting Atlanta biz spots in the Matrix?  Word
is that the IC used is totally ineffective.]<<<<<
        -- Candor (18:02:45/11-4-55)

>>>>>[If you see one of those things, run like hell.  My best punch was
ineffective.  And I don't think there's a decker behind that persona...]<<<<<
        -- Ducat (18:34:22/11-4-55)

>>>>>[ Hey look at what I found!!! Or didn't as the case may be...

Apparently, there are massive military exercises being performed in Germany by
the state.  No reason stated why.  Matter of fact, as far as anyone is
concerned the military ain't doin' anything special.  Wonder if it has anything
to do with bombing of that quote "BIS vault" building.  Nahh. ]<<<<<
        -- Ratspeak <21:35:00/11-4-55>

*****PRIVATE: Kor
>>>>>[You work for the Azzies, and you don't know what an Omega Order
is?  Slightly suprising.  In any case, it basically means that if the Big
8 and Zurich Orbital decide to hand down the Order, it is going to be
open season on Maxim Arms.  Any and all assets can be destroyed,
including I believe people.  In other words, Maxim Arms will be
completely obliterated.  Good thing you dumped your stock, you might have
become an asset to be targeted...I've heard some of the same things you
have (who the hell is this Frypp character and why did Lanier kiss his
ass so much?).  All the Big 8 have their military assests mobilized,
including, of course, their black assets.

Have fun on your vacation.  I'll be busy working.]<<<<<
        --the Whistler<22:47:19/11-4-55>

***** PRIVATE: the Whistler
>>>>>[Unfortunately I was never actually hired nor did I go through normal
procedures there.  My training was specifically black ops strike team stuff for
one of the lower Veeps who wanted to be an upper Veep.  Also unfortunately he
decided that he didnt have to do this th normal ways which is where we came
in.  We all thought we were doing Azzie work...however when everything was
said and done they had no records of me or mywork there.

Lucky for me when they found me standing over the body of my Ex-Boss internal
assets were preparing to move on him themselves.  I got off with a major
slap on the wrist, and a serious whole in my resume.  Its REALLY hard to
tell a potential employer that you worked for Aztech: Magical Strike and have
them call to check only to be greeted with "Who?  We have no record of that
person ever working for us."

I never really got into the full corp whore deal.  Sometimes I wish I
had.

If someone decides that I am a asset to liquidated then I am fucked.  Aztech
isnt laying claim to my soul right now (I havent been called in) but I
am not feeling overly safe.

I gotta get ready for a jump  --  If I live I'll look you up.]<<<<<

        -- Kor <05:49:29 / 11-05-55>

*****PRIVATE: Kor
>>>>>[Good luck Kor.  If you need help, give me a ring.  Even though I am
an occassional corporate whore (like an on-call joyboy?), I have a great
deal of outside, very black assets.  Point in fact: those stocks I was
telling you about?  Offically, I don't own a single share...]<<<<<
        --the Whistler<23:28:26/11-4-55>

>>>>>[Hey, Spellslinger, taking a vacation in the Carib?  Didn't know U
Dub was letting out for the semester already...I mean, don't you have a
research paper about S.U.R.G.E. coming up?  Just kidding there chummer.
Have a good time, get a tan (but don't get burned), and drink something
exotic with an umbrella in it for me.  And think of me as I am stuck here
inside a building (we won't say which one) running security, not allowed
to leave and go to my own bed.  So relax for me, eh?]<<<<<
        --the Whistler<23:36:47/11-4-55>

>>>>>[+++++Begin Trideo Cut
(The scene is Seattle, but with a few ruined buildings.)
This morning at 9:23 AM, there was an earthquake here in Seattle.  So
far, the cause is unknown.  The epicentre seemed to be DIRECTLY
underneath the Universal Brotherhood Seattle headquarters, and the
entire building was destroyed.  Otherwise, there was very little damage
done.  The quake measured approximately 4.9 on the Richter scale.  No
estimates on deaths or damage done have yet been made.
+++++ End Trideo Cut

I cut that from one of the newsfeeds...thought you might be interested.
Interesting...]<<<<<
        -- Johnson <09:49:12/11-05-55>

*****Private: Quickling
>>>>>[Sis, I just heard a VERY disturbing rumor about the UB.  Worse than
I've heard in a long time, and certainly with some of the worst timing I've
EVER seen.

You know about the earthquake they just had in Seattle...

The Universal Brotherhood in Seattle was entirely controlled by insect
shamans.  And I say WAS, because it seems that this was found out about by
the fragging FBI...and they were BLOWN UP.

This is only a rumor, and I know it, but it fits in VERY fragging well
with what's going on with Solonus.  It sounds like he's in REALLY deep
drek.

You're going to HAVE to find Solonus, and fast.]<<<<<
        --  Johnson <09:51:31/11-05-55>

***** Private: Freddy Frypp
>>>>>[ The level of business we are offering you, Mr. Frypp, is never
something to be laughed at -- or rude to.  We, however, recognize that
not all people are of the same attitude as any of us, and so we make
allowances.  As for the rest -- that can be explained, though such an
explanation is not necessary at this time.

The equipment ranges from security class weaponry and vehicles, to
military and intelligence-grade variants, cyberware, matrixware, and
a limited amount of high-grade magical foci.  Do you have enough
contacts and suppliers to handle such a flow of munitions and such?

The eighth will be sufficient, as will the Republic of Desire.  The
security of the Republic is not entirely sufficient, but as we know
and are known to the Republic, they will do for this meeting.  They
have been contacted, and we have confirmed your arrangements. ]<<<<<
        --  OS^2 (9:56:23/11-5-55)

>>>>>[You realy need help, don't you?]<<<<<
        -- Irish <11:50:50/04-11-55>

***** Private: Caine
>>>>>[Whats going on?  First you dissapear for months, then
you pop back up, then you disappear again?  I'll assume this
has something to do with your meet, but it would be nice to
drop me a line and say "Hi, I'm alive" now and then, chummer.
Oh, and you missed and great B-day party.]<<<<<
        -- Irish <12:00:50/05-11-55>

*****Private: Irish
>>>>>[I apologize for not replying sooner, but I have been busy.  My
meeting with the Chameleon was less than successful.  I received a slight
injury from a sniper across the street, but I am okay.  I will try to
keep in touch a little better.]<<<<<
        -- Ripley <14:15:16/11-05-55>

*****PRIVATE:  Central

>>>>>[Sir, this is the download from the Berlin raid.  Security
has been guaranteed.

+++++Include Organization Download, BIS raid+++++

A camera log, with chronological display added for detail and a
sense of timing, is taking shape before you, and you see certain
benchmarks appear in text as they happen.

"At T-30, Matrix support began assault of datavault"
"At T-9, Night gliders take up position"
"At T-7, ground transports disembarked from staging areas"

You see, on one of the cameras, now that the speed of the cameras
is around normal, several large vans and trucks pull up outside
the building that your perspective is coming from.  People,
dressed in various outfits get out and wander around, but you
see:

"T-5, ground transports arrive"

And this automatically gives away their purpose.  As a matter of
fact, they all appear to be at least partially shielded from the
building's cameras, and presumably its defenses as well, by other
buildings and cars.  Camera speed again picks up, and you see:

"T-3, Air transport disembarks from staging area"
"T-3, Support disembarks staging areas"

And at T-2, the camera slows down again and stays slowed.

Internally, you see a large variety of defenses.  You begin to
understand the placement of this data vault in an anarchistic
city.  With all the heavy weaponry and armor and extreme security
you see evidence of in the camera's eyes, no other city would
permit this.  And perhaps if the residents of Berlin knew it was
here, they wouldn't permit it either.  You see every indication
of monowire, lasers, drop-doors, and sentry guns, in addition to
the military armor and machine guns being worn by at least half
the personnel, and the weapons ranging from customized Alpha
combat guns to HVARs to MMGs and rocket launchers.  Here and
there you even notice a MET2000 insignia.  There is no-one in
this building not wearing some kind of armor, and even the
individual that you see labeled HAMMER appears to be wearing
"soft" body armor.

The chrono display now reads:

"T-1, Night gliders in position, beginning assault."
"T-1, Astral support en route"

And you also see the vans, well disguised and hidden, begin to
move again, but at a speed that you suspect is very easy for
someone to exit a main door without hurting themself.  Also, you
notice, from the roof cameras, a passenger zeppelin passing
almost directly overhead, but just before the camera's scanning
pattern takes it away from the zep, you see at least one glider
shaped spot darken the face of the zep.

Inside, you see as the chrono hit T-.5, the people in the
security section go nuts.  Swearing in German becomes very
prevalent and someone calls out on a dedicated line to where, on
another camera, HAMMER picks up a red phone and then grabs a
custom pistol from the table as he runs out of the door.  The
security people are even hitting what appears to be alarm
signals, but no klaxons or warnings are sounding.  By the looks
of it, the Matrix assault unit has totally isolated the building
from everything and kept the guards and security system from
being activated.  But the cameras are still active.

At T-.25, something happens outside.  A flash, something that
shouldn't even appear on film and that you only catch in the
blindspot of your eye, signals the total collapse of a system of
powerful wards under relentless Astral attack.  On other cameras
HAMMER is approaching the security room, pulling out a ring of
physical keys, and the roof cameras have tracked back to a point
where you see almost 20 Night Gliders carrying fully armored
assault troops, armed with a variety of weapons that most of you
haven't even heard rumors of before, never mind seen.  They
appear to be approaching in three waves.  The ground transports
show every indication of severe firepower, as concealed turrets
are popping up with miniguns and rotary cannons active, and the
access doors yawning open, with heavily armored troops inside
ready to exit instantly.

At T-0, HAMMER is now inside the security room, popping a key
into a case with the MET2000 insignia on it, opening the case,
and smacking the single switch inside.  Finally, alarm klaxons
begin to sound, but the excellent automated security of the
building has already been totally disabled.  You suspect that the
alarm is also broadcasting to the nearest MET base, calling in
for reinforcements and support.  Outside 8 troops wearing armor
that seems to be a new form of military spec armor have exited
from two of the ground transports in leaps and at a speed that
indicates both the cybernetic or magical enhancement of the meat,
but also the strength and quickness of power assisted armor, the
first you've seen that wasn't worn by Lister.  The roof shows a
more close-up picture of the same thing, but with only 8 troops
in the first wave.  They appear to be carrying some unusual
rifles, SWAT pistols, and one of them has what could only be an
MP Laser 3.  They look to be ready for Corp War, and the armor
looks even more unusual.  It is definitely powered, though, as
the struts and bulges around joints indicate.

At T+.08, the second wave from the air arrives, another 10
troops, and all the air assault units appear to have arrived on
the roof.  On the ground, 2 really large blatantly military ACV
transports have arrived.  From previous films, you recognize the
design as the Maxim Heavy Hovertransport, specifically the ones
that the MET2000 reported stolen.  They look like standard ACVs,
but with a medium turret mounted in the rear and two CF of
unguided rockets on side hardpoints.  As they arrive, before they
even begin to lower to the pavement for disgorging the troops
contained within, two missiles leave the turrets and streak over
the assaulting quads to strike the armored access doors and
explode, blowing clear through and providing access to the troops
on the ground.  Referring to the roof cameras you see several
large choppers approaching as well, darkened and heavily armed.
Audio sensors also seem to be registering the approach of
numerous combat craft, from whose side you do not know.

At T+.17, troops begin to vacate the hovertransports.  These,
however, appear to be standard military units, wearing sealed
non-powered milspec armor and carrying a variety of armament,
from assault rifles to HVARs to Enfield Assault shotguns to HMGs
and an automatic grenade launcher.  A full platoon, probably
equipped with lots of cyber and the BattleTac system, exits from
each transport while enough choppers arrive at the roof to dump
another two platoons.  The first units on the ground have already
entered the building, and the roof units are planting a large
number of explosives around what appears to be stairway and
ladder roof access doors, as well as an elevator shaft.  In the
building people on the ground floor are just recovering from
being rocked by four missile explosions when suddenly there are
almost impossibly fast troops firing on them with weapons that
are literally burning through their armor or somehow shorting out
every electrical device in the armor itself.  If that effect
carries through to the body, then any cyber the guards have will
have to be hardened or replaced.  In the building itself, on the
third floor, HAMMER is running back to the room he was in to
start with, while guards, equipped in a variety of ways, are
starting to rush back and forth on all the floors.

At T+.25, three more large explosions rack the roof of the
building and the special assault units begin to descend down the
roof access and the elevator shafts, gripping ropes with
specially designed harnesses that attach to their armor and leave
their hands free.  By this point all the troops have vacated the
ground units and they are moving into support positions, fully
prepared for anything that comes in at them.  Even in this city
of arms and anarchy, you seriously doubt that anyone would attack
a unit so obviously well prepared without either a death wish or
an ace in the hole.  You also notice that half the guards on the
ground floor are unmoving, usually lying on the ground or propped
up against the wall.  But you notice no blood nor any wounds on
the armor besides scorch marks from something that is probably
not a laser.  The two quads that entered the ground floor first
appear to be splitting apart and heading down via two stairways,
down into the garage and the sub-basement where there is one of
the two data vaults on the premises.  They didn't even bother to
subdue the whole ground floor.

At T+.32, the first platoon from the choppers is disappearing
into the elevator shaft while the second platoon is descending
into the roof access stairway.  The transport choppers, armed
with cannons and unguided rocket pods, vacate the roof and take
up support positions themselves, and you see more vehicles
approaching from several directions.  They look like two RPVs,
three combat ultralights, and several rotodrones.  The ground
troops are all nearing the explosively opened entrances to the
ground floor, and the guards inside are finally getting some
sense of organization, but probably not soon enough.  Not without
the rest of the security system up and operational, anyway.  Deep
within the core of the building, two more explosions rock the
building, showing up on the third and fourth floors, Security and
Computing, and Command/Control and Vault.  For the first time,
the guards are actually finding the presence of mind to fire back
to the attackers.  However, here is where the troops are the most
prepared and for the first time, you hear broadcast something
over a secure, scrambled channel, added to the video afterward.
"Encountering lethal force.  Off Status?"  "Accepted.  Limit it."
One of the voices is the standard clipped mercenary and
professional soldier type, but the other is one you know.  Action
Jackson.  He hasn't shown up yet, but that may just be the fact
that he likes wearing armor and suits that are nearly impossible
to notice except by astral sight.

After his response, though, gunfire on the side of the attackers
begins as well.  Those of you with mercenary or military
experience have never heard the sound of these rounds firing.
New kinds of bullets fired from a new type of assault rifle.  And

as you hear the gunfire start, you also see something that you
never thought you'd see.  Assault rifle rounds that are somehow
shredding heavy military armor as if it was paper rather than
hardened ballistic composite ceramic.  And the bullets that are
doing it seem to be doing more damage rather than less as the
distance from the firer increases.  And flashes from MP Lasers
appear and disappear with a regularity that is almost
devastating, as beams of light cut through smoke and dust to
seemingly drop one guard for every pulse of raw energy.

At T+.43, HAMMER has disappeared of every camera you can find.
Just gone, as if he wasn't there to begin with.  But so is a
certain sword that was in the room where he was when the assault
began.  On the ground floor, the rest of the troops have entered.
20 more troops, swarming up the stairs to the first floor
barracks
and the second floor living and rec area.  Furthermore, the first
troops from the roof, the specially armored platoon, has taken
moved into the computing and communication center on the fifth
floor, meeting only limited resistance and heading toward the
stairway down to the fourth floor and the vault.  The standard
military troops descending down the stairs also swarm all over
the fifth floor, but stop as they start to consolidate control
over the systems and the people there.  Down in the garage, the
first special quad is rapidly spreading out and forcing the
guards back into a corner, away from the military vehicles that
could provide them safe haven.  And down in the sub-basement, the
second quad has already taken total control over the 5 personnel
who were there.  The barracks level, however, is providing more
resistance, as is the living and rec floor.  The assaulters are
beginning to take some casualties, but only in the standard
military platoons.  As of now, you see NO special troop with any
wound whatsoever.  Armor damage, yes, but nothing that would
indicate real damage to the person within the armor.  You hear
over the commlink the following:

"B2 secure."   "B1 engaged"   "F1 in contact, taking damage"
"F2 in contact, taking damage"   "F3 in contact, Platoon
arriving.  Heavy resistance."   "F4 in contact, platoon arriving,
heavy resistance."   "F5 secure"

>From AJ you hear this:  "Begin planting charges.  MET notified,
be prepared for air assault within 2.  Hitting F3 myself."

At T+.5, something else turns the tide even further in the
attacker's favor.  Where before it was obvious that they had
crashed whatever magical defenses the building and the BIS had
instituted, nothing had happened otherwise until now.
Apparently, all Astral resistance has now been quenched by the
raiders and elementals and spirits and spells explode out of
Astral space into the physical plane, attacking and engulfing the
guards on the third and fourth floors.  Guards begin to fall in
large numbers, and suddenly it becomes apparent that even the
platoons are heavily magically oriented as at least two or three
members of the platoon begin to cast spells, knowing that they
cannot be harmed as they open themselves up to astral energies.

And outside, something new is approaching on the ground, passing
through the transports.  Two tall walkers, definitely military in
origin, and appearing to be even more of a cross between vehicle
and armor than the powered armor that the special units are
wearing.  They both appear to have twin missile packs on their
shoulders, carrying some kind of large bore pistol, and while one
has what appears to be two more small missile packs on the arms,
the other has some kind of shield and an extended 2 meter blade,
glinting of dikoting.  For some reason, over their shoulders rise
what appear to be two wheels, mounted to their back.  One of them
crouches down and then leaps upward, with a new twist to the
armor appearing as sudden jets of flame, looking like
afterburners, fire downward and carry the armor aloft to the
third floor, where the armor hovers in place while the pistol
fires rounds that react upon impacting the armored glass as if
they were assault cannon rounds.  The other, however, while also
leaping upward, is headed toward the roof.

Inside the building, on the third floor, the sudden addition of
cannon fire from outside the building, as well as spells and
additional troops from inside, spells doom for the guards as
confusion and panic sets in.  Up on the fourth floor, the second
platoon, being aided by magic and the addition of more troops,
plus gun and rocketfire from rotodrones hovering outside, also
indicates the eventual defeat of the guards.

Over the next thirty seconds, the attackers consolidate control
until, by T+1, the entire building, minus HAMMER who has still
not reappeared, is under control.  AJ appeared as combat was
winding down on the third floor, wearing another of his sneak-
suits and carrying his Ranger-X bow, with a quiver slung at his
hip.  He shouts "Status!"

"B1 secure, charges set"   "B2 secure, charges set"  "F1 secure"
"F2 secure, guards disarmed, all accounted for"  "F3 secure,
guards disarmed, one unaccounted for"   "F4 secure, guards
disarmed, two unaccounted for"   "F5 secure, charges set"

AJ:  "Casualties?"

"None"   "None"   "None"   "One dead, 3 injured"   "1 dead"   "2
dead, 1 injured"  "None"

AJ:  "MET arrival?"

"ETA 32 seconds.  Two choppers, one LAV.  Support is in control"

AJ:  "Unaccounted?"

"Two MET and HAMMER"

AJ:  "FUCK!  Find him!  The MET'll be with him.  And complete the
C20 charge planting.  Destroy traces, including the bodies."

"Yes sir."

In the cameras, things start happening again.  Explosive charges
are being planted all over the building.  Guards are being herded
down from upper floors to the lower ones, where they are all
forced into the barracks.  But the magical troopers are doing
something to the bodies of their dead comrades, casting spells at
them that are destroying the bodies and armor in fire and acid.
It would take quite a state of mind to erase your old comrades to
nothing but a burn mark and plastic slag.

But at T+1.32, HAMMER reappears on a camera, dropping out of an
air shaft with two MET troopers carrying heavy weaponry but no
heavy armor.  HAMMER has his sword and pistol out, and the MET
troopers have spurs extended and assault rifles at the ready.
HAMMER does something, but then suddenly is engulfed in a column
of elemental fire.  Screaming in pain, he drops back to normal
perception, forcing the elemental to manifest, unfortunately for
the elemental since the sword cuts it in half, destroying its
coherence.  But HAMMER is injured slightly, and it looks like
he's deactivating the sword focus so he can't be attacked through
it.  Right about now an attacker, regular military trooper,
rounds a corner, see the three, and fires a grenade from his Ares
Alpha while ducking back behind the wall.  The grenade detonates,
but the three are no longer there, with only one of them taking
damage.  "FOUND 'EM!!!  5th floor, generator room!!!"  And on
cameras, throughout the upper floors, movement begins again as
the troops move to capture or kill the three remaining people in
the building.

Rushing around on the fourth floor, HAMMER and the troopers run
into a full quad.  HAMMER spins behind a wall just as the first
MET trooper gets blasted by the very weapon that shorted out the
guards on the ground floor.  A pulse of light, followed by the
sound of "fzzZZAAAT!" hits the trooper.  Something in that blast
causes the trooper to spasm violently, the strength of the
trooper's own muscles breaking several bones, and the sound and
sights of cyberware shorting out violently showing through the
skin.  Probably not fatal, but certainly painful and very
dangerous.  Even HAMMER looks down at the trooper amazed before
he dives across the hallway to the other trooper and the two of
them take off, with bullets stitching a pattern across the walls
behind them.  They reach an area, where HAMMER tells the other
something in German, and the MET guy takes off toward the roof,
probably trying to escape.

"MET arrival in 10 seconds.  Demanding contact.  Silence
maintained......Engaging."

Up on the roof cameras, the choppers, rotodrones, and RPVs are
literally all facing a single direction, from which you see the
approach of three craft.  Two Aguilar EX choppers, fully armed
and bearing the MET2000 insignia, and an LAV mounting a 120mm
cannon.  Not an MBT, but still very dangerous.  The RPVs and
drones begin a run, only to be targeted each by a chopper and
blown out of the air, just after releasing their missiles.  One
of the Aguilars is hit with two AAMs and a ripple of missiles,
turning it into shredded pieces of metal falling out of the sky,
while the other is able to avoid the missiles.  The support
transport choppers are firing full auto from their cannons, and
using the unguided ripples to take out the second Aguilar, but
the LAV continues coming, taking down one of the transport
choppers with the cannon.  On the ground, the Maxim
Hovertransport has moved itself into position and is firing full
auto on both the minigun and the rotary cannon, as well as
launching four AVMs.  Somehow, probably by using ECM and
excellent rigger skill, the LAV dodges most of the missiles,
taking only enough damage to slow it down and send it's first
cannon shot at the hovertransport wide and into the BIS building.
It appears that the LAV will arrive on time, until the weird
vehicle armor on the roof appears, hovering at exactly level with
the LAV, directly in front of it.  You see both shoulder
launchers open, exposing a total of 12 small missiles, and then
firing at the LAV.  12 streaks, in a manner totally unexpected
from anything except unguided rockets, arc out from the hovering
armor toward the LAV, who doesn't even bother to dodge, since all
12 appear ready to miss it.  Until all 12 arc back in, guided
somehow by something, and converge on the LAV, all striking.  You
can almost hear the screams of terror from the crew as 12 small
guided missiles impact on the LAV, cutting it in to pieces that
impact and explode on the buildings around the road it was
following.  Back in the building, HAMMER has made it down to the
second floor, heading to the nearest exit, when he gets engulfed
again.  Luckily, this time, as a black aluminum shaft, dikoted
head, and black and blood red fletchings bounce off the body of
the elemental where just previously it would have penetrated
HAMMER's skull from behind.  The elemental, wounded, is no match
for HAMMER and his willpower, but ducks behind cover to recover
from shock.  Until he jerks in pain and surprise.  Sticking
through the wall and into the back of his shoulder is one of AJ's
arrows.  HAMMER takes off, wounded only lightly, with AJ in hot
pursuit.  You hear AJ scream "HAMMER is MINE!  Get the other MET
man, and get the guards out.  Prepare for detonation on my mark!"
as he's running after HAMMER.

That's when something goes wrong, and AJ gets tripped up by the
second MET man, who decided to disobey orders after seeing the
attacker's support up on the roof.  HAMMER disappears around a
corner, while AJ comes to a screeching stop up against the wall
and get's riddled by assault rifle rounds.  AJ looks dead.  Very
dead, and apparently the MET trooper thinks so too, approaching
carefully just in case.  But not carefully enough as AJ lashes
out with a kick, deflecting the nearly fast enough trooper's next
burst from AJ's head to the wall directly over his head.  The
trooper, spinning from AJ's added momentum, flies off balance and
into the opposite wall, losing his grip on the rifle.  AJ rises,
pops his spurs, and the two of them square off.  But there is no
way that a normally augmented street samurai could even match AJ.
Most augmented troll street samurai couldn't match AJ for sheer
strength.  Circling for an instant, AJ feints, successfully
drawing the MET trooper off guard for an attack and he drives his
right spur into his shoulder with enough force that it emerges
from the back after passing through the shoulderblade.  The
trooper can't move his left arm, but tries vainly to attack with
his right, which AJ breaks.  AJ, with his adrenaline pumping,
looks as if he's about to drive his left arm through the
trooper's head when he suddenly calms, removes his spur from the
trooper's right left shoulder, and knocks the trooper out.  AJ
carries the trooper down to the barracks level, alive.

HAMMER, on the other hand, has made it down to the ground floor
by use of air ducts.  The guards down there have somehow managed
to keep him in the building, however, and you see that HAMMER has
in fact taken a "hostage" and is holding him or her with a pistol
to the head.  And the hostage is being held in such a manner that
the rest of the troopers can't take down HAMMER without hurting
the trooper too.  Until you see something take shape behind
HAMMER, something he isn't aware of.  AJ again, walking quietly
up to HAMMER and wearing nothing, taps him on the shoulder.
HAMMER spins, trying to catch whoever it is behind him in a wheel
kick, but misses as AJ throws him up against the wall, smiles and
says "It's a good thing I'm not hungry....." and then flat
punches HAMMER, stunning him.  One of the attackers in armor
throws AJ some clothing while three others take hold of HAMMER.

AJ:  "Status?"

"All charges set.  All troopers totally disarmed and safely out
of the blast zone.  Wounded included."

AJ:  "Good.  So you see, HAMMER, we're not all barbarians.  You,
however, are a dead man.  Tie him to one of the charges so it'll
kill him just as it does the building around him."

Just as AJ says this and takes his bow back after putting on his
new set of night urban camouflage, HAMMER kicks out at one of his
guards, somehow finding a weak point in the armor and breaking
the soldier's neck.  His movement continues upward as he breaks
an arm loose from another's grasp and then he spins to punch into
the third's stomach.  The punch connects just, but does
absolutely nothing.  The powered armor is too strong....  But the
sheer force behind the blow drives the special forces member back
while another kick to the head opens up a corridor for HAMMER to
escape out to the street.  AJ shouts "Get clear and blow it!
I'll find you!" as he tears after HAMMER, nocking another of his
arrows into the bow, giving chase into the night of Berlin.

You see all the rest of the soldiers exit the building in a very
rapid and highly organized manner, disappearing into the chopper
that remains and packing into whatever transport is still
available.  The only thing you notice different is the fact that
the two vehicle armor or whatever they are have disappeared.  But
you do notice something slightly different.  Two bikes, with no
insignia, driven by power-armored troops.  Some of the markings
look familiar, as do some of the weapons on the front wheels, but
you figure that they must have been stored nearby.

----static-----

+++++End download+++++

We succeeded, sir.  The documents were totally destroyed.
However, HAMMER and the boss have not reappeared.  All traces of
our being there were erased.  Tracing back to us is not possible
at this time, nor at any foreseeable time in the future.]<<<<<
     --  Berlin <17:33:52/11-05-55>

*****PRIVATE:  Central
>>>>>[Sir, we have a MAJOR problem.  After the BIS hit, we think that HAMMER
escaped somehow, and our agents in the Gov and the MET report that they are
gearing up for raids on our new R-R Outlet and here.  Request instructions
ASAP.]<<<<<
        --  Berlin <19:32:31/11-05-55>

*****PRIVATE:  Berlin, Rhine-Rhur
>>>>>[Are your positions compromised as of now?]<<<<<
        --  Central <19:33:23/11-05-55>

*****PRIVATE:  Central
>>>>>[No, Central.  All indications are negative, from all sources.  The BIS,
Saeder-Krupp, and the MET are all searching like they never have before, using
contacts and assets they never pull out of the caves, but not yet.]<<<<<
        --  Rhine-Rhur <19:34:06/11-05-55>

*****PRIVATE:  Central
>>>>>[Negative, Central.]<<<<<
        --  Berlin <19:35:58/11-05-55>

*****PRIVATE:  Berlin, Rhine-Rhur
>>>>>[These are your orders.

Shut-down.  Cut and Burn.  Split to Houses.  Employees to R-R_M.  Evac all.

Do not confirm.]<<<<<
        --  Central <19:38:13/11-05-55>

>>>>>[ YES I DO NEED HELP!!!  Do you know the agony I go throwugh everyday only
being able to watch Azzie Death Games on Berlins 132 stations for just 8 hours
of every day!!!  After that I have to turn to Combat Bike, Urban Brawl, Trideo
and the news!!  The worst thing is though that there are only 24 hours in the
day that you can emerse yourself in blood and violence.  ITS JUST NOT ENOUGH!!
I have already buzzed 10 times each on my collection of 100 snuff BTL'S!!

But no more, I can SMELL it coming!!!! Violence.  LOTS AND LOTS OF VIOLENCE.
If smelled it first with the Maxim corp, and now they all are getting involved!!
Soon, I will have all the the blood and violence I COULD EVER WANT!!!!  Oh, how
can I wait!!!]<<<<<
        -- Chaos Hound <17:49:40/11-05-55>

>>>>>[ My rodent-tongued associate isn't the only one finding chaos . . .
here's the offical breaking news story of the goings on in Pittsburgh.  I
thought you might find it interesting to see what is being said on the matter.

+++++ Begin media.relay

(The picture is of a guy that looks like he just downed about 5 cups of soycaf,
and was rushed through make-up.  You have the distinct feeling that he is
either always like this, or more than likely, he just got woken up to do this
broadcast.)

Ten minutes ago, an small earthquake hit downtown Pittsburgh.  While being on
the low end of the power scale, it left the surrounding buildings in ruins.
The area hit was in vicinity of one chapterhouse belonging to Universal
Brotherhood.  Supposedly, the same area that was hit worst by the
earthquake was also having gang problems....

And now we switch to Kathy for a live report....

(The screen pauses for seconds.  The guy holds his hand to his ear for a
second, visibly pales, and clears his throat nervously.)

Apparently Kathy is having technical difficulties.  We'll try and connect up
with her in a little while.

Hmm.  Where was I?  Oh yes.  The gang problems.  Apparently Knight Errant was
called out to the scene to investigate the problems.  They had sealed off the
area in order to make sure that no more innocents would get hurt by the gang
free for all.  Between the gang problems, and the earthquake, there have been
no definite quotes on damage in the area.  Rumors have it that the chapterhouse
is in ruins though.

(The guy looks off to the side for a moment).  After this commercial break
we'll talk with scientists to find out whether we should have expected this
earthquake or not....

+++++ interrupt media.relay

I'm going to do some quick checking, but that I don't remember Knight Errant
being on scene.  It was definitely someone else.  But I'll check my information
on that first.

I'll get back to you in a few hours hopefully.  I have a rough footage of what
went down in Pittsburgh, but I want to see if I can find any other camera
views first. ]<<<<<
        -- Scourge <21:08/11-5-55>

*****Private: Quickling
>>>>>[Sis, we've got some problems.  I've heard from some of my sources that
the Universal Brotherhood is about to go entirely bye-bye.

You already saw what happened in Pittsburgh...and it can't be a coincidence.
No way.  The FBI got that too...and now they're doing massive investigations
of every single UB stronghold.  EVERY FRAGGING ONE.  I've heard reports that
the president of UB-Cleveland has already been taken in for questioning.  I've
been hearing strange stuff about the Project Hope thing in Seattle...

Dammit, Laura, things are going to hell and Solonus is in the middle of it.

FIND OUT WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON.]<<<<<
         --  Johnson <12:00:00/11-06-55>

*****Private: Johnson
>>>>>[Frag...how reliable are those sources?]<<<<<
        --  Quickling <12:01:15/11-06-55>

*****Private: Quickling
>>>>>[Plenty reliable.  You don't know 'em, but they're reliable.

Sis, start a check, NOW, on all UB Chicago people.  Look for ANY elves, or
even humans, that have joined up over the last two weeks or so.  Look for
ANYTHING that's remotely Solonus-like.  And be careful.

What the hell is going on...]<<<<<
        --  Johnson <12:02:01/11-06-55>

*****Private: Quickling
>>>>>[they're coming...no time...get back to me.  I'm in chicago UB.  they're
after me...gotta type fast...gotta go...something's going on here.  something
big.  something REAL big...gotta stop.  back asap...get me out of here...
address is 3512423%#^*$*@#*(
+++++ LINK TERMINATED
]<<<<<
        --  Solonus <12:08:15/11-06-55>

*****Private: Solonus
>>>>>[Solonus?  SOLONUS!]<<<<<
        --  Quickling <12:08:25/11-06-55>

*****Private: Johnson
>>>>>[Frag it, that's it.  Someone has Solonus.  Bill, you gotta find him.]<<<<<
        --  Quickling <12:08:45/11-06-55

*****Private: Quickling
>>>>>[What can I do, Laura?  If someone has him, they've got magic...and if
they've got magic, I WON'T find him.

Frag it sis, I'm worried too, but we can't do anything now.  Can you do a
trace back on that post?]<<<<<
        --  Johnson <12:09:59/11-06-55>

*****Private: Johnson
>>>>>[No...it's too old.  It won't work...

Wait a tick.

I have some favors from Hack, don't I?  He owes me bigtime for getting him out
of Yamatetsu...he can trace it...

Bill, I'll get back to you.  I got some calls to make...]<<<<<
        --  Quickling <12:12:22/11-06-55>

***** Private: Chris Tarleton
>>>>>[This sucks.  The media is completely ignoring our fireworks
yesterday.  Some bulldrek about a fire near the Presidio is it.  This
bites.  And the screwier part is that even "I on the Marines"
pirate trid hasn't picked up on it.  This sucks.

Um, what do you need with ten BILLION nuyen?  No, never mind, I
probably don't want to know.  Ten million I could get you with no
sweat... maybe even a hundred million... but ten billion bucks?
That's waaayyy outta my league.]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (12:26:35 / 11-06-55)
           President
           Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

***** Private: Kor
>>>>>[Which fire would said derrier be a part of?  Or do I really
want to know?  Maybe I shouldn't.  Never mind.  We can worry about
that later.

Right now I don't give a flyin' frag about qualifications.  I need
warm bodies desperately.  I've already sub-contracted to every
shadow team I can trust in this city.  If you can get to San
Fransisco, the company can help you find someplace to crash and we
can get you the necessary papers to work (legally) in the city.

When can you start?]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (12:39:12 / 11-06-55)
           President
           Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

***** Private: Spellslinger
>>>>>[Well, yer just fraggin' well full of cheer ain't ya?

I haven't gotten that impression, yet.  Their people are on the same
walls as ours, so far.  Granted, we just started sending people over
today, but we've got a liason to the head of security and a pretty
good compensation clause.

They were so desperate for bodies I think they would have agreed to
give us their fifteen year old daughters, if I'd thought to ask for
them (damn!).

A good paranoid gland is a good thing to have, but so far mine hasn't
kicked in, too hard.  Thanks for the concern.]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (12:46:30 / 11-06-55)
           President
           Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

***** Private: Spellslinger
>>>>>[Oh, yeah - need a job?]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (12:47:00 / 11-06-55)
           President
           Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

***** Private: OS^2
>>>>>[Hold on.  Ya lost me somewhere.  Do you want me to sell this
stuff?  Or buy it and pass it on?  Or do you just want me to move the
stuff?  What do you need me for, exactly?]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (13:35:12 / 11-06-55)
           President
           Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

>>>>>[Thanks, Whistler.  A good thing about having finished classes-- I
can go do "field work" and not feel guility about skipping town.
Besides, I know a friend down here and he makes the best egg nog.  I
think he got the idea from an old cartoon.  He calls it the Flaming
Homer.  Looks like we'll have Christmas in November.]<<<<<
        -- Spellslinger (12:37:22/11-6-55)

***** Not to: Commander Drake, Erik Schmidt
>>>>>[ It seems that Erik Schmidt the head of BIS is displeased
with HAMMER's performance and is looking for information
concerning where HAMMER is after the Berlin mess.  Well maybe I,
Ratspeak, should show him this . . . Nah.  Too much fun this way.
And besides, it appears he went underground somewhere.  So here's
what occurred to the best of my knowledge.

Apparently, a certain Mr. Jackson was part of a force involved in
the mess in Berlin.  I managed to find this.  It probably occurs
immediately after the explosions, due to the fact that there is
quite an orange sky in the background.  (Sorry it took so long to find, but the
video was pretty hidden.  Oh well.  I'm sure you'll deal.)

+++++ Video starts.

(You are immediately impressed by the quality of the video.  It
makes you wonder how Ratspeak found this video in the first
place.  Surely he couldn't be responsible for the quality?)

You see a man running down the street.  He seems to be randomly
taking turns left and right.  In his right hand, he is holding a
katana.  It takes you a second to figure out, but it is HAMMER.

It's even harder to make out, but you can tell that someone is
following him.  You think you can make out a bow in its hands.
(It is still debatable at the sex of the chaser at this time).
As the follower passes around a corner he comes into full camera
view.  The pane freezes on it.  You can make out clearly the
military grade armor and the trademark bow and arrows of Action
Jackson.  He definitely is not here on pleasure, by the fact that
he appears highly angry.

The image moves again, and AJ immediately disappears back into
the shadows.  The camera shows the mostly deserted road.  There
are very few people on the street.  Most of them seem to be
heading in the direction of this large orange glow that is
lighting up the night.  At the sight of someone running down the
street with a katana in his hand, most people go out of their way
to avoid him.  In matter of fact, all but one man, who seems to
be lost in his own thoughts.  This man is wearing a suit and is
wearing a fancy, long overcoat.  He isn't wearing a hat, however,
and it is easy to notice his well-kept blond hair.

AJ rounds the corner, and finally seeing HAMMER lets out a snarl.
HAMMER continues running.  You faintly hear Hammer utter: "Come
on AJ . . . follow me for a bit more.  I've got a surprise for
you."

The man in fancy clothes looks up startled, and grins very
wickedly.  Suddenly as HAMMER is passing him, he sticks out his
foot, which sends HAMMER flying.  He says (in German), "Well if
it isn't Herr HAMMER.  And you brought me a friendly bloodsucker
as a gift.  How very kind of you."

HAMMER's eyes bulge out.  "No can it be . . . why you should be .
. . "  He never finishes his statement because, the man with a
flourish opens his coat.  You see his hands moving, and he must
be talking, but you have the distinct feeling you would have
never heard what he was saying anyway.  Out of his left hand,
sprays a blue light, that encases HAMMER in a little blue
electrical storm.  HAMMER groans and slumps to the ground.  AJ is
almost in talking range of the man, as he reaches down and picks
up the HAMMER's (formerly Spectre's) katana.

Man says very coldly in English: "Welcome to Berlin, Herr Doctor
Action Jackson.  I told you last time you were here that the next
time would be your last.  I'm afraid you simply cannot have
HAMMER.  I'm equally afraid that you are going to have to die
now!"

Action Jackson, in a smooth motion brings up his bow and knocks
an arrow.  He snarls: "Well, well, well.  I can get two birds
with one stone tonight.  If it isn't Nightmare.  I've waited a
long time for this."

Nightmare smiles.  A shadow steps out behind AJ and slams
something into his chest.  AJ drops his bow and arrow  and scream
in agony, which bares his fangs in the process.  You can see the
person behind AJ is an ork came quite prepared to deal with a
vampire, as it is a wooden spike that has been thrust into AJ's
torso.  With an angry snarl, AJ spins around and smashes his
elbow through the spike.  With blinding speed he grabs the ork
and hurls him toward Nightmare.  Nightmare gracefully sidesteps
the projectile as he starts chanting and gesturing broadly.  AJ
grimaces as he pulls the rest of the spike out.  With equally
lack in grace, he starts charging Nightmare.

Fortunately (or unfortunately depending on who you are rooting
for), AJ never makes it, by the time he gets five feet away, a
swirling glaring yellowish-orange net emerges in front of
Nightmare.  With a flourish, it spins wildly around.  In blinding
light (with equally frightening speed) the net wraps itself
around AJ.  You hear perhaps the most frightening scream you have
ever heard in your life, as the net sears itself into AJ's skin.
AJ falls to the ground and flops around like a fish out of water.
Despite everything he tries he cannot escape the net.  Finally AJ
stops moving, and the light of the net burns out.

Nightmare curses.  In German he says, "Drek!  He didn't die!  Do
you have any more spikes Rebar?"

Rebar replies, "No.  If I would have realized how hard he is to
kill, I would have though."

Nightmare pauses for a second reading something.  And then
responds, "Hand me your gun.  I have a feeling some other people
will take him into their custody, and they have no love for
vampires."

Rebar raises an eyebrow, yet still obeys Nightmare and pulls out
an Ares predator while walking over to Nightmare.  He than hands
it to Nightmare.  Nightmare smiles and says, "And give me one
more clip for good measure."  Rebar nods and hands him another
clip.  Nightmare proceeds without any silencer on the gun, to
fire two full clips into AJ's body.  He then hands the gun back
to Rebar, "One can never be too sure with him."

Rebar: Nice shooting, mon.

Nightmare nods: "I don't suppose you have anything I could store
a body part in?"

Rebar grins wickedly: "Why yes, I do.  But I was thinking that
you were going to use it for him (gestures toward HAMMER)."

Nightmare smiles and says, "Nope.  We're going to take him in to
get some answers."  Rebar reaches into a vest pocket and pulls
out a small container.  Rebar than hands it to Nightmare.
Nightmare kicks AJ's left hand away from AJ's body.  With slow,
but precise movements, Nightmare ceremoniously chops off AJ's
left pinkie at the middle joint.  Using a simple levitation spell
he levitates the finger into the container and seals it.  He then
wipes the blade off on AJ's still smoking armor, making sure to
get all the ichor off of it.

He then grabs the sheath off HAMMER and puts the sheath on.  You
notice that he has another sword at his waist.  Thinking back,
you vaguely remember that he had his own sword.  You assume that
is it.  Nightmare then completes the ceremony by sheathing the
katana.

Nightmare says in German, "Well, lets pick up HAMMER and get
moving.  The natives are already restless.  I'll assume they will
use the best judgment in dealing with the vampire.  If not . . .
well, we'll worry about that later."  Rebar sighs and  shakes his
head and picks up HAMMER like a sack of potatoes.

Rebar says, "I don't like leaving something like a vampire around
to get revenge on me, mon."

Nightmare responds calmly, "I wouldn't worry about him yet.  He
doesn't know you from Adam.  Well he does know how much you
weigh, but I don't think that will help him find you again."

Quietly, they both disappear in a side alley.  In what you assume
is under two minutes, a group of (for lack of better word)
gangers dressed up in black pants and white shirts.  They look
around for something.  Noticing no officials, one of the gangers
says in German, "Frag, they took HAMMER and left us with this
one.  Well, we better take him in.  Too bad we can't leave him
for the authorities.  But orders are orders.  Let's go!"
Quickly, a troll picks AJ up, and with great haste they leave.

+++++ video ends.

Well there you have it!  Action Jackson is in the hands of some
gangers, and HAMMER is in Nightmare's hands.  As one of my decker
comrades says, "Maybe justice _has_ been served in this."  Then
again does it really matter? ]<<<<<
     -- Ratspeak <12:00:00/11-6-55>

>>>>>[ Well, it's taken long enough to gather up all the
different camera views that apparently watched the action as it
happened.  Unfortunately, that means there are enough copies out
there to make sure that the runners that came out are really
cooperative about whatever the video owners want their
cooperation on.

At this time, I would like to say it was a real treat to have had
the pleasure of working with non-Ares deckers.  It's rare that I
get to talk and work with quality outsiders like Circuit Breaker
and IBA.  I primarily was shotgun for watching the cameras and
keeping the other aware of the whole situation.  I sort of ran
shotgun I guess.  Circuit Breaker and IBA had the task of opening
locks, silencing communications, and stuff like that.  I'll let
them talk, if they wish about what they went through.  I had a
smart frame help them out, but the frame's primary goal was to
silence the panic-button alarms in the vicinity.  It seemed there
were plenty of other deckers around in the area, but it was
strange . . . they kept out of the way for the most part, and
helped kill any of the alarms that went off.  As far as I can
tell they didn't belong to any Ares project that I know about.
Especially considering the mess in other areas.  But I'm not at
liberty to discuss that.

So let's see, where to begin the videos . . .  ah, here's a good
spot.  Might as well sit back and enjoy.  It's probably going to
be a lot to be in.  Oh!  I might not suggest watching this on a
full stomach.  Especially if you had a hard time sitting through
the final Euphoria movie.  What you are about to see is quite
real, and very unfortunately lacking in special effects.

+++++ Video starts

A black image fills your sight.  In silver letters, you see the
following message:  "I'm afraid this video is horribly edited.
In my attempt to get it out quick, there are some choppy spots
that may not make much sense.  Deal.  Sincerely, Scourge."

The black image fades into a small warehouse.  You see a tall,
older elf, with long silvery black hair, dressed in all black,
lead in a group of people.  His face is very much lined.  It
definitely looks as if he has had a lot to deal with in his life.
The only other option is that for some reason he was prematurely
aged.  Your view is blocked for a second by the flashing word
"DragonEyes"  (who will be referred to as DE from here out).  You
notice that he is only carrying a few foci.  You have no true
idea on what they do, but maybe time will tell.

Following DE, is a decently tall human.  His head is shaven, and
right now, he is wearing a t-shirt and jeans.  He also has a
silver necklace around his neck.  From the shape underneath the
shirt, you would swear that it has a lightning bolt charm on it.
The other major distinguishing feature on him is his left arm.
It is a cyber arm.  Your view is again blocked by another
flashing word, "Blitzkrieg."  He glances around, and says, "I
hope they have some good toys, my weapon focus, isn't going to be
a huge comfort in this.  IF I EVER FIND THAT TRAITOR . . ."

DE:  Worry about that later.  We have other things that are more
pressing.

In walks an older human.  You can see he is very tired, and has
the expression that this is far from his normal experiences.  He
looks nervously around.  Your picture is interrupted by another
flashing name.  This one is "Brandon Lowe."

Blitzkrieg:  Who is left to show up?
Brandon:  And where is this contact of yours?
DE: We are the only ones who said we had a need for more gear.
The contact, and her wares are in back.
Blitzkrieg:  Right.

DE leads them back through a small sliding door.  A beautiful
young female ork is waiting.  She is dressed like she just is
coming off a run.  You can barely make out in the shadows other
shapes.  Inside this warehouse, you can see rows and rows of
various weaponry.

Woman:  Only three to equip, I was hoping for more.
Blitzkrieg (sarcastically):  No doubt.

DragonEyes walks back to the armor section.  Without hesitating
both Blitzkrieg and Brandon follow him.  The young woman smiles,
"Two of your group came by earlier.  These were the only three
other suits that you requested.  All are environmentally sealed,
and have state of the art electronics in them.  From the sounds
of my employer, you are going to need all the help you can get."

Blitzkrieg and DragonEyes without hesitating, grab their suits
and puts them in a duffel bag.  Brandon sighs before doing the
same.  You watch as Blitzkrieg wanders through the aisles.
Quickly he picks up an AK-98.  He adds a few things to it, like
recoil modifications.  And then starts picking out ammo.  First
for the grenade launcher and then clips.

Blitzkrieg: What type of ammo in these clips?
Woman: They are a combination of Armor-piercing sabot rounds with
a touch of explosive kick added to them.  Hopefully, you won't
eat a fireball.

Blitzkrieg nods.  And picks up a few more clips.  He then walks
down another aisle and picks up a Colt Manhunter, and a few clips
for it.  Blitzkrieg turns and asks, "Where are the melee weapons
and grenades?"

The woman responds, "One aisle over from where you are, and two
aisles over respectively."

Blitzkrieg grimly nods and picks up a few more knives, and then
proceeds to grab a combat axe.  He then walks up to the grenade
section, and you watch him pick a few non-airfoil grenades of
each type, from thermal smoke grenades, to personal explosive
grenades.  He stops at the toxin grenades, and looks up.  The
young woman answers before he can ask, "They are loaded with a
toxin that should drop almost anything, including a troll.  If
you use them, try not to catch your own team members in it.  It
could be bad."

Meanwhile, DragonEyes picks out a squirt gun, a flamethrower, and
a stun baton.  He wonders through the medical supply area, and
loads up for the bear.  As an after thought he picks up a
survival knife.

Brandon picks out a good assault rifle.  You could have sworn
that you heard an 'I'll probably just end up hurting myself with
this.'  He proceeds to follow his instinct and picks out some
random stuff.

Before you know it the boring shopping trip is over.  All three
of them leave with pretty full duffels.  Blitzkrieg has a grim
determined look on his face.  DE looks pretty resigned.  Brandon
just looks simply tired.

The scene shifts to a quiet, moderate sized house.  Inside you
see a lot of people.  They are all suited up though, which makes
it hard to see who is who.  The screen goes through rapidly
identifying every one.  You don't even have a prayer of matching
armor type with who belongs to who.  One thing that is nice, the
camera does it in batches.  First batch is the deckers.  You see
a human female, that gets identified as 'Circuit Breaker.'  You
then see another human, this one male.  He is identified as
'IBA'.  On a trideo screen, you see the image of a humanoid, that
has a face of a skeleton.  The rest of body is covered in black.
It smiles ferally while being identified as 'Scourge.'  Standing
next to him, in the trideo, is literally a blind statue of
justice.  In one hand she has scales, in the other she has a
sword.  She is wearing a clinging grey dress to her.  The picture
fades enough to flash her identity: 'Lady Justice.'  Second batch
is a single person.  He gets labeled for astral duty.  He is a
very solidly built human, and identified as Claw.

Third batch is the actual penetration team.  You scroll past in a
blinding flash, Blitzkrieg, DragonEyes, and Brandon Lowe.  Next
appears a troll and ork named, 'Whirlwind' and 'Neon Dancer'
respectively.  Then you get introduced to several humans.  The
first one is 'Kor.'  The third and fourth are surprises.  They
are the only two present that aren't wearing any sort of major
armor.  In matter of fact, if you had to hazard a guess, you
would swear that they were wolf shamans.  Unfortunately, you
never see identifiers for them.  Instead a message scrolls
through at the bottom of your vision, "Due to certain
circumstances beyond my control (like Kor not introducing me to
them) I have no clue what their names are.  Sorry."

The message soon fades though, and you are looking at Highlander
and Cerise.  Even through the armor that Highlander is wearing,
he is immediately recognizable by his hat.  Cerise is the ever
distinctive tall, redheaded elf that she always is.  The next
person you see is cleaning an assault rifle for probably the
seventh time.  He has two scabbards at his side.  He is
identified as the 'Punisher.'  Sitting next to Punisher is an ork
that is labeled as Fenris.  He too is checking his weapons.  Next
to Fenris are two females, one short petite human wearing real
leather pants and an armor jacket.  She has a katana and various
other weapons.  You are starting to get tired of seeing names
flash across your vision, yet she is labeled as, 'Akaila.'  Next
to her is another good-looking elf, Princess.

In a voice that sounds very gravelly, and barley audible: "Let me
briefly go over the roles really quickly.  When a decker, be it
IBA, Circuit Breaker, or myself (Scourge), talks to you advising
a path, I would strongly recommend it.  IBA and Circuit Breaker
will be at separate locations.  They both have a person watching
over them, who has experience working with jacked in deckers.
Also, they are already aware of the risks.  Circuit Breaker, your
watcher is Icesmith.  She is already at your assigned
location.  IBA, your protector is Harley.  He too is at location
already.  I have my watchers in place and aware of what I am
doing (well sort of).

"Claw, the guardian at your location is a physical adept known as
White Knight.  He is quite aware that you might very well choose
to go in physically midway through the battle.  He is quite
prepared to go in with you.  Obviously, White Knight will be in
contact with us, but you will not.

"A few things for the penetration team.  One, you have one more
person joining your team.  This person has contacted me, but his
ride in is running late.  But, he should be arriving at target
area at most two minutes late.  At least he hopes so.  A few
small things of note . . . your purpose is threefold.  First and
most important is to get Crashkit out.  I have no clue at this
moment where he is inside the target compound.  Either Circuit
Breaker or IBA will inform you of his most likely location as
soon as they can.  The second purpose is to get enough damning
information that we can, so we can hopefully get people to
finally believe that these Universal Brotherhood jokers aren't as
kind as they claim.  Thirdly is to cause as much damage as
possible.

"On that note, I would like to say this . . . Fenris, Cerise, and
Blitzkrieg, no heroic sacrifices please.  We want you all to come
out of this alive.  Since DragonEyes is our employer for this, he
has made it quite clear to me, all living go in, and all come out
if at all possible.  We have buried enough friends already,
please don't go adding yourself to the list.  No offense Kor, but
getting your hell hounds out is much less on the priority list.
Runners have first priority.  Hell Hounds can be replaced sooner
than good running comrades can.  I know you all have been working
out various tactics between yourselves.  We are leaving in under
ten minutes . . . time for last minute planning.  Are there any
questions?"

Circuit Breaker smirks and says, "Ah have one darlin'.  Why are
you coordinating this?  DragonEye's the employer after all."

DragonEyes answers, "It is actually quite simple, Scourge has a
better overview than I will because I am going in.  We have
already gone over the routine of who is the leader in case of
split ups.  I know there is some grumbling, but I did it base on
combination of experience and gut feeling on my part.  I want you
all to come out in best shape possible."

In the corner of your eye a time counter appears.  Before you can
even think to blink, the ten minutes pass.  Before everyone files
out, DragonEyes says one more thing.

"I'm not one to be giving a pep talk.  Heck, I can already guess
that Claw and Punisher are grinning because they know how much I
love the thought of combat.  But since this may be the last time
I see you all, may the spirits, gods, or god as is your belief,
guide over you in this present endeavor.  I want to thank you all
for your efforts.  What we are about to do, hasn't been attempted
that often if my knowledge is correct.  In a sense, we represent
a type of light this time.  I hope it is a good type of light.
Whatever the type of light, may we wield it effectively.  If I
don't make it, Scourge will be able to pay you.  Good luck."

He lowers his head and in a quiet, yet beautifully rich voice
sings out an ancient Indian blessing and then walks outside.

+++++ Interrupt video

Drek.  The file and video are slightly corrupt.  Be back as soon
as possible. ]<<<<<
     -- Scourge <12:15:30/11-6-55>

>>>>>[ Without further talking, let's get this show back on the
road!  Oh, I should warn you, to cut down on chatter during the
job I cut down on communication that I show.  Only part of the
whole group communications show up during the raid.

+++++ Continue video (y/n)?        y

You first sight is that of a pitch black screen.  Softly, yet it
almost seems like a roar, you hear Scourge say, "ETA 1 minute.
Our one reenforcement is due to arrive in three to five minutes.
He is desperately trying to shave off as much time as possible.
Deckers and White Knight check in, over."

Circuit Breaker:  Ah am already out and about.  Over.
IBA:  Same here.  Over.
Scourge:  Lady Justice is rolling too.  Over.
White Knight:  Claw just got himself settled, and is going astral
now.  Over.
Scourge:  DragonEyes, it's your show to get the final ball
rolling.  Let us know through commlink when you are about to hit
the point of no stepping back.  Over.
DE:  Roger.  (Long pause).  Scourge, recheck all channel setups.
Over.
Scourge:  Checking . . . communications are running as planned,
everyone has single line running to their partner, and another
line to the group.  Watchdogs, make sure to contact me if you run
into trouble.  I can get you more backup.  Over.
White Knight:  Roger.  Will advise if we head in physically.
Over.
Scourge:  Roger White Knight.  Over.
Harley:  Roger.  Over.
Neon Dancer:  Roger.  Over.
Blitzkrieg:  These codes are lame.  (dripping with sarcasm)
Over.
Scourge:  Deal Blitzkrieg, over.
DE:  Any location yet on Crashkit?  Over.
Scourge:  Negative, over.
DE:  Heading for main entrance then.  Over.
CB:  Roger, will have doors unlocked for you by your arrival.
Over.
IBA:  Have two guards in main lobby, over.
DE:  Roger.  Over.
CB:  Doors are a go.  Over.
DE:  Roger.  Here goes nothing.  Punisher, take the guard on
left.  Whirlwind, take out the other one.  It's happy hunting
time.  Make sure we aren't haunted by them at a later date.
Over.
Punisher and Whirlwind:  Roger.  Over.

In stunning silence you watch Whirlwind and Punisher quietly
enter the main doors.  The security guard closest to the door
turns as the door opens, but Punisher drops him with a roundkick.
He also manages to catch the body before it hits the ground.
Whirlwind manages to hit his guard completely unaware.  Probably
the only thing the guard registered was having a huge object (a
troll) grab him and throw him on the floor.  You immediately are
impressed by the speed of Whirlwind.  He still has a lot to learn
when compared to the Punisher's tactics, but has a decent chance
of actually living long enough to get it.  In eerie silence, the
rest of the group enters.

DE:  Any changes in maps that we should know about, over.
Scourge:  Negative.  There is a lot of traffic in matrix.  Be
advised that it may be a lot harder than we were expecting to
keep the alarm silent.  Over.
IBA:  One guard heading to lobby by right main hallway.  ETA 1.5
minutes.  Over.
DE:  Go with Plan Alpha.  Punisher and Blitzkrieg have honors.
Don't forget about your partners.  Over.
Blitzkrieg:   Roger, mother hen.  Over.
Punisher:  Cut the drek Blitzkrieg.  Over.

You watch two pros work at scouting a hallway.  They are followed
by Kor and four hell hounds.  (A small message at the bottom of
your screen says:  "I have given up trying to figure out which
pup was which.  Sorry Kor.")

Blitzkrieg:  Go for depths or medical?  Over.
Scourge:  (pause)  Consensus is go mining for the gold.  Over.
Blitzkrieg: (click-click)

As Blitzkrieg starts to round a corner, slams into a janitor
cart.  Punisher quickly makes like a wall, as a janitor comes out
to investigate.  Blitzkrieg panicking, decides to hide in the
cart.  The janitor looks around for a bit and rolls the cart into
a room.

Punisher: Room description, over.
IBA:  Office.  Will advise.  Depends on Blitzkrieg though, over.
CB:  Fenris, two guards coming from behind.
Blitzkrieg:  SILENT ALARM TRIPPED BY JANITOR!!
Lady Justice (LJ):  Roger.  Moving to intercept, over.
LJ: (pause)  Foreign unknown decker to system prevented the alarm
from going through, over.
CB:   I got a decker watching me.  She's playing it cool right
now, over.
IBA:  I'm watched too.  Haven't seen UB's dogs yet.  Their Ice .
. .
Scourge:  Use other line IBA!  Over.
Blitzkrieg:  Janitor stalling for time.  Over.
Fenris:  I'm intercepting guards with Princess, over.
DE:  Blitzkrieg, we need you out here, not trapped.

View switches to a ceiling camera.  You watch as Fenris casts a
quick spell.  It catches one of them and drops them.  You have no
clue what the spell was due to the fact that the only effect was
to drop the mage.  The other, presses a button, and draws a gun.

LJ:  Foreign decker is trying to prevent alarm.  Failure.  Matrix
is on passive alert.  Over.
DE:  Kiddy gloves off.  Over.

Princess catches one guard with a short (silenced) burst to the
back.  The guard stumbles forward, but doesn't' drop.  Something
is definitely wrong.  Princess' eyes  go wide.  Fenris snarls a
curse and moves over to get a better shot.  Suddenly the guard
has a slash down his back, and drops.  A voice (Claw's) softly
says, "Your cover is blown.  Go for it!"

Blitzkrieg comes out rolling the janitor cart.  Punisher looks at
him puzzled for a moment, but continues down the hall.

Vorien:  Anyone looking for a partner.  I need the medical center
door opened.  Over.
DE:  Welcome to the party, Vorien.  Glad you could make it, over.
IBA:  Roger, will inform . . . opened.  Over.
Scourge:  Check out the infirmary, but don't get yourself
trapped.  If primary isn't there, head for the mines.  Over.
Vorien:  Thanks DragonEyes, and roger.  Over.
CB:  Guards are stirring, expect an encounter soon.

Blitzkrieg rounds the corner and has to immediately dodge
incoming fire.  Ducking behind the cart, he pops off a smoke
grenade.  Punisher rolls low to avoid the incoming fire and ends
up on the other side of the intersection.  And fires down the
hallway.  The camera cannot make out anything through the smoke.
It switches briefly to Ultrasound and you see one guard has
succeeded in taking some cover, and the other didn't quite make
it.  Blitzkrieg snarls and whips the cart down the hallway at the
hiding guy with his cyber arm.

Punisher:  Live crossing.  Over.
DE:  <click>  Kor, send one of your pups.  Over.
Kor: <click-click>

He lets off a short signal.  One of the dogs bursts off down the
hallway.

CB:  Stairway to your left.  Enemies heading down it.  Over.
DE:  Roger.  Whirlwind and I will take it.  Over.

You watch in awe as Whirlwind leads into the stairway, at the
same time the cart hits the wall, startling the guard.  He jumps
just enough to let the dog figure out where he is.  The guard not
expecting a hell hound, never had a prayer.  It's a pretty
gruesome sight though.  The guards coming down the stairway
didn't survive an ambush by Whirlwind.  Unfortunately, machine
gun fire is quite distinctive.

Scourge:  Getting out isn't going to be pleasant.  We got a lot
of company outside just watching it looks like.  Over.
DE:  Hurry head for the mines.  Vorien, status.  Over.
Vorien:  I got company.  No sighting of primary objective in the
infirmary.  I'll get to you as soon as possible.  Over.

Punisher makes a break for the stairs.  Blitzkrieg follows him
really closely.  Whirlwind, DE, Cerise and Highlander follow
pretty closely behind.  Fenris, Akaila, and Princess bring up the
next rank.  Following them are Brandon, Neon Dancer, and two wolf
shamans.  And lastly, Kor and his four hounds come down the
stairs.

Scourge:  Matrix is on full alarm.  UB deckers are responding.
Their deckers are located on second floor.  I got an idea that
should help a little for that.  IBA, head outside to help Justice
deal with outside panic alarms.

An alarm sounds off in various parts of the building, as
Blitzkrieg and Punisher hit the basement door.

CB:  Hallway has six guards.  One definite mage to boot.
Punisher:  Just great.
DE:  Door has a barrier on it.  Punisher, care to help me?

Punisher draws his swords and starts literally carving into the
door.  It looks really weird, then doors just fall apart.
Blitzkrieg pumps a smoke grenade into the opposing wall.
Whirlwind:  Heavy opposition down here.
Neon Dancer:  I got a little distraction for them.

She runs to the front, and throws two small objects to the
ground.  Both, when they hit, you realize are flashpaks.  She
falls back.  Blitzkrieg and Whirlwind start laying down
suppressing fire.  DragonEyes starts dancing around.  The view
shifts alternately between watching DragonEyes dance and seeing
down the corridor in ultrasound.

Scourge:  Lost my pipe in camera room.  Over.
CB:  Heavy processor load.  Deckers are causing some problems.
Your plan was slick.  Over.
Blitzkrieg:  My side clear.  Over.
Whirlwind:  I got one annoying one left.  Bullets aren't hitting
him.  Over.
Kor:  Let me send a pet to him.  Over.

The camera turns quickly to make out a shape and there is a
rather large heat source over there.

Blitzkrieg: Mine in sight.  Heading down.
CB:  Locks already open there.  Ah have no eyes anymore, so be
careful.  Over.
Punisher:  Let's do it.  Over.

You watch with the camera's movements being really jerky, as the
party moves down the hallway.  You note with a temperature gauge
that it is starting to get slightly warmer here, and the humidity
is picking up.

Blitzkrieg and Punisher reach the door.  Akaila and Princess have
moved to provide rear guard.  At a signal from DragonEyes, they
open the doors.  The room is octagonal, and on each side there
are doors.

Blitzkrieg moves into the room and says, "The floor feels wrong.
This is bad.  The environment is all screwed up here.  It's like
-- I don't know what."
DE:  Conditions used to grow something?
Scourge: Cut the chatter.

And then all hell breaks loose.  Even after you have watched it
more than once, it still defies description.  Large insects that
look like flies and ants descended on the group.  It becomes
useless to follow radio communication, because the line pretty
much breaks down.  You can quickly see the teams that have formed
up due to necessity.  Blitzkrieg, Punisher, Highlander and Cerise
went off in one direction.  Two hell hounds went off with them.
Kor, a hell hound, and his two shaman friends went off in another
direction.  DragonEyes, Whirlwind, a hell hound, Brandon Lowe,
and Neon Dancer formed another group.  Fenris, Akaila and
Princess went off in yet another direction.

Scourge:  Radio been reset up.  Single channels are available to
people who are close together.  Hopefully I got it right.

---

The insects are stunning.  You have never seen anything like it.
The caverns here are huge.  Insects are pouring out of
everywhere.  Dropping from the ceiling, ripping through walls.
Large explosions are happening everywhere.

White Knight:  I'm heading in physically at the command of Claw. He is staying
astral.  Over.

Flies attacking humans, ants, wasps (you think), and mantises.
Mantises are attacking everything but the humans.  It is almost like
everyone/thing for themselves.  You are amazed that though the
horrible images are flowing past you, it is in slow motion.
After the first wave of insects, Blitzkrieg's group is fighting
off the insects with melee weapons in itself.  It got so bad that
Blitzkrieg dived at one insect and just let a grenade on him
detonate to try and stop it from tearing apart Cerise.

DragonEyes' group has even worse luck.  Neon Dancer was really
impressive, and the hell hound went berserk but neither stood up
long to the first few waves.  Suddenly the waves of insects stopped, and
started to blantantly avoid the group.

Brandon:  They are luring us in.
DE:  We lost choice a long time ago.  We can't go back _yet_.

Suddenly you find out why (maybe) as they enter a room filled with
cocoons.  Quickly they started slitting them.  Brandon lets out a
scream.  Whirlwind spins around, only to have his machine gun
literally shredded in two.

DE:  WHAT THE FRAG IS THAT . . . ??? OH NO!! ABORT MISSION . . .
GET OUT!! WE FOUND CRASHKIT!!!

There is standing a huge human with spider eyes, and a human
torso.  He has the body of a spider too.  Yet, he (?) has
Crashkit's face.  There is no doubt of it.  Whirlwind seems to be
keeping it busy, but the spells that Brandon is letting loose on
it, seem to not even bother him.
---
You see the vitals on Blitzkrieg . . . he's hurt badly.  He
stumbles away from Punisher, whose blades are barely making a
dent in the opponents.  Blitzkrieg pulls the last grenade off his
belt.

Blitzkrieg:  I'm releasing a deadly toxin.  Look out.

Blitzkrieg drops the grenade at his feet as two wasps head toward
him.  You can see their drool as the grenade goes off.  One
insect crashes into Blitzkrieg.  The other seems to be . . .
coughing.  It shakes its head and continues to approach
Blitzkrieg.  A bolt of something hits the wasp.  It spins and
sees one of the shamans.  The wasp just fades into nothingness.
But only for a really brief moment.

It is all you can do to watch, as you hear Kor cry out in anguish
as he watches his friend severed into two separate pieces, by the reappearing
wasp.  Kor screams again, and casts a spell.  You think you almost see a
ripple.  Bugs left and right look like they were hit by a ram
spell.  It seems to be dropping the weaker of them left and right.  Kor falls
to the ground.  Blitzkrieg throws the bug off him.  And stumbles
to Kor.  Just as he gets there, a fly descends on Blitzkrieg.
The only thing that saves Blitzkrieg is the armor.  Blitzkrieg
draws his sword and the fly piledrives Blitzkrieg.   The sword is the only
thing breaking the fly's momentum.  The sword snaps in a colorful explosion,
Blitzkrieg's vitals drop even lower.  You can hear the crack as his right arm
breaks under the pressure.  Solely relying on his left arm, he
throws off the fly corpse, and picks up Kor.  And starts half-
carrying, half-dragging Kor out.  Punisher and Cerise provide
frontal cover, as Highlander provides rearguard.  It takes all of
Blitzkrieg's effort to pull out Kor.

---
The only thing that is saving Whirlwind is his speed.  Never
thought you would say that of a troll, eh?  You see Brandon shrug
at DE.  DE sighs, and draws his squirt gun.  You notice that he
only has one clip left for it.  He loads the clip.  And slowly,
moves closer.  And then just opens fire with the gun.  The first
few squirts don't even phase the Crashkit/spider thing.
Whirlwind drops to the ground and rolls away.  The thing turns
toward DE.  You can tell from DE's vitals that he is extremely
scared.  DE continues to fire away at the thing.  You think he is
finally having some effect on it, but it happens too late, as
Crashkit swipes down and slams into DE's hand holding the gun.
DE stumbles off.  Whirlwind jumps on the back (?) of the thing,
and starts choking it.  DE is fumbling with something on his
belt.  You can see that the leg of the thing ripped through the
armor like it was bread.  He slaps a patch on it.  And struggles
to get up.  Brandon pulls him up.  They stumble to the door.
Whirlwind, desperately trying to hold on, as the spider starts
climbing a wall.  Somehow, Whirlwind manages to hold on, as he
slams into the floor.  The fall must have stunned the thing, and
Whirlwind uses the opportunity to set a grenade off underneath
the belly of it.  You hear a hideous scream as the thing throws
Whirlwind through a wall.  It does a bizarre dance of death, and
finally drops.  Whirlwind gets up slowly.  He then starts
dragging the thing behind him.

Brandon supports DE as they walk to the entrance.  You think it
is odd that they don't get jumped by more than one or two stray
workers, but then again, maybe fate has decided to start being kind to
them.

DE: Regroup at the entrance of the mines.

Slowly, and laboriously, they make their way back.  Most of the
insects they run into, don't seem too interested in stopping to
fight.  Every once in a while one that does stop to fight dies
rather spectacularly from what you assume is getting attacked in
Astral.

Soon, everyone who is going to meet at the entrance of the
"mines," is gathered.  Slowly the make their way out.

Scourge:  White Knight and Vorien should be close to your
position now.  Don't really have much to judge that one on,
though.

+++++ Video interruption.

The signals that I was getting through Blitzkrieg's and
DragonEyes armor at this point are virtually destroyed.
Brandon's has taken enough damage that I couldn't get a reliable
view out of that either.

The breakdown of what happened from them leaving the mines until
getting out, was pretty much won on a combination of things.
Some powerful illusions, combined with strategic use of limited
firepower.  From the sounds of it everyone used all their skills
getting out.  We had a hard enough time keeping the other guys
troops disorganized.  Which probably helped a lot to. ]<<<<<
     -- Scourge <12:30:45/11-6-55>

>>>>>[ Sigh.  This is the wonderful finale.  It took me a while
to find footage for any of it.  It is pretty confusing.  When I
slowed the footage enough to look, it would appear that there are
at least two additional shadowrun teams in the vicinity when our
team came out.  Plus there was the added bonus of "Knight Errant"
being on the scene.  That mystery cleared itself up in a hurry.
I didn't catch it while it was happening, but it makes plenty of
sense now.  The last presence involved was Doc Wagon (tm).  But
they barely interfered in the whole situation.  They for most
part - well, I'll let you see it and evaluate it for yourself.  I
unfortunately, had to start when they exited the building as the
footing in between the entrance of the mines and the way out was
so bad that it wasn't even worth it.  Among other things the fire
alarms went off so all the sprinklers were going off.  In
addition the temperature was rapidly screwing up on the side of
being overly hot.

+++++ Restart video

Highlander comes backpedaling out of the doors.  He is firing off
his Manhunter as quick as he can.  Cerise is following right on
his heels.  Both are showing signs of fatigue.

Cerise:  Oh drek!
Highlander (almost falling down the main stairs):  What?!?
Cerise:  We got a lot of company.  Take a look around.

Highlander looks around and swears.  One by one the group members
come out.  With all the fighting that has been going on, the few
identifiable people are: Cerise, Highlander, Blitzkrieg (dragging
Kor), Brandon, DragonEyes (barely walking in his own right), as
they emerge they get rushed by a bunch of people carrying riot
shields.  Whirlwind, dragging the bizarre corpse of Crashkit gets
ignored by the mob.  Suddenly someone cries out, "You are all
under arrest.  To spare yourselves, hand over Crashkit."

Whirlwind snarls, "You want the fragger, have him!"   He proceeds
to throw the corpse at the person who shouted it.  The whole team
is quickly mixed up between the officials, and other
shadowrunners.

Suddenly, a helicopter, marked as if it belongs to the FBI
arrives on the scene.  And it starts to approach the center of
the riot.  Doc Wagon's choppers on the scene open fire at the
first chopper.  Another chopper comes to the FBI's helicopter's
rescue.  In the many missiles that are flying, a several
helicopters (at least four that you can count) are downed.  Some
are from Doc Wagon, one is the FBI chopper that tried to pull an
extraction you guess, and one is the local pirate trid station
that I originally took the first media release from.  In
addition, some jokers from the first chopper let off a bunch of
smoke grenades.  By the time the smoke clears, the one unmarked
chopper has gotten away.  In fact, you note the only people
around are the officials, and Doc Wagon (tm) paramedics.

The last shot you see is of one of the melee people left standing
there wondering what happened.  You can see Crashkit's corpse
sitting at his feet.  You also see his emblem quite clearly.  He
is a member of the FBI.  As the image fades away, you see several
trucks arriving that belong to the FBI.

+++++ Video ends.

Well that's what happened.  Really strange and scary.  I think we
were extremely lucky.  I haven't done a complete count of heads
yet they sort of scattered to the four winds.  I expect in the
next few days we shall know the truth of that matter.  Confirmed
deaths are Crashkit, four hell hounds, Neon Dancer, one of Kor's
friends, a bunch of elementals and nature spirits.  Well, I need
some sleep before more work.  May justice be served in return for
all the deaths Universal Brotherhood has caused. ]<<<<<
     -- Scourge <12:45:55/11-6-55>

*****PRIVATE:  Central

>>>>>[This is the internal camera logs from the Interpol raid.
Success was nearly total, although we have news from our agents
in various places that Drake survived the explosion.

+++++Include Interpol--New York download+++++

Unlike the BIS raid, you see no chronological display placed in
the download.  And here you recognize the external camera shots
where most of them from Berlin were unknown.  New York, without a
doubt.  Midtown, with Central Park off to the northwest and Neon
City to the south.  From the looks of it, you are in a building
that's rather short when placed against the local corporate
towerd, but still impressively large and well constructed.  All
around is the hustle and bustle of life in New York, with busses
and personal automobiles, many of them upper end limos and wage
slave transportation.  Here and there you see Winter Systems and
Knight-Errant security vehicles driving around, but nothing truly
spectacular.  It's dark out, but there appears to be still some
fading light off in the west, a faint glimmer of luminosity at
the horizon, punctuated by tall towers.

Something is slightly unusual, though.  In a city where ACVs are
relatively rare, except for corporate or security use, three are
approaching, sporting the word "Interpol" on thier side, and two
vans seem to have been parked in very strategic locations.  Up on
the roof cameras, two Wasps, fleet varient, and a Stallion are
approaching, each with the K-E logo on their sides.  Within the
building, you hear the standard security requests from the
command and control center.

"K-E 12N5 requesting permission for landing and fuel, to be
followed by K-E 12N6 and K-E 14W3."

"K-E 12N5, stand by while we verify your request with K-E
dispatcher."

"Standing by."

"Knight-Errant dispatcher, requesting confirmation of K-E 12N5,
K-E 12N6, and K-E 14W3 request for fuel."

"Knight-Errant dispatcher to Interpol New York, request is
confirmed."

"Roger, Knight-Errant dispatcher.  IP New York out.
K-E 12N5, which of you is most in need of fuel?"

"K-E 14W3"

"K-E 14W3, you are cleared for landing and refueling."

"Roger, IPNY.  On approach.  Crosswind from the southwest."

Down at street level, the ACVs are passing through security when
you notice that something is happening with the vans outside.
People, dressed in non-descript light security armor and carrying
Ares Alpha combat guns, Mossberg shotguns, and HV-LMGs.  Not your
standard pedestrians.  Inside, something is happening, as well as
on the roof.  Within the command and control section, IP
employees are suddenly looking down at screens that are totally
unresponsive and in many cases, blank.  The security screens are
empty and the camera readout are blank, although from your
position, you know they are still seeing things.  It appears that
an assult on the Interpol New York building is underway, in the
middle of one of the most corporately active cities in the world.

Up on the roof, the Stallion hasn't even landed yet, and it is
holding it's position as the two Wasps open up thier guns at the
IP employees rushing out to help the Stallion, driving them back
into the roof control room.  You see the Stallion open its doors
and drop four lines, followed almost immediately by four fully
armored figures.  From what you can tell, they are wearing
milspec armor, but not the same kind that half the BIS raiders
were wearing.  This is standard medium military armor, but the
weapons are similar to the BIS raiders.  Heavily armed with one
HVAR and grenade launcher, an Enfield shotgun and MAWs, an MMG
with attached automatic grenade launcher, and what appears to be
an Aztech Sniper-Combo, or to those of you familiar with the
weapon, a burst-fire sniper rifle.

Down at street leve again, in the garage, the three ACVs are
emptying out as well, dumping similarly equiped figures out among
the extremely surprised IP cops.  Some of them are wearing
lighter mil armor, though, with slightly different weapons.
Something you do notice is that every attacker has two different
sets of clips, one with a blue tape stripe, and the other with a
red stripe.  Probably non-lethal vs. lethal rounds, since gunfire
is starting to erupt from the roof and the garage, yet no-one is
bleeding.  Falling down as if unconscious, yes, but not bleeding
from bullet wounds.  But it also appears as if magic is being
used rather extensively.  Clouds of gas are appearing and
disappearing around IP cops, leaving after they collapse.  Close
inspection shows them to be still breathing, so the raiders are
being very careful to limit casualties.  However, the same cannot
be said for the IP cops....

Something else is also happening, but this appears to be
contained on just a few floors.  The fourth through sixth floors,
as well as the tenth through 12th, are all having sudden
manifestations of spirits and elementals.  You do notice, up on
the roof, a figure unclad in military armor, wearing an armored
leather flight jacket, black jeans, boots, and a black
turtleneck, whose height, thinness, and mirrorshades you
recognize instantly.  Diana, making an early appearance,
rapelling down from the Stallion, joined by a character that can
only be Micheal S. Baron, what with the blood red T-shirt, black
jeans, black top hat, aligator boots, and ebony bone cane.  The
houngan and the free spirit make quite a pair, until Diana says
something to him that you can't hear over the rotors, and Micheal
disappears again.  The Stallion take off, and as it leaves, you
notice something that it had been hiding before:  two more
Stallions, without any markings, approaching from the direction
of Terminal, with what appears to be a K-E Yellowjacket tailing
them.  One of the raider's Wasps takes off after the
Yellowjacket, indicating that it is a real K-E security chopper,
not one of the attacker's.  However, the Yellowjacket suceeds in
evading, and you know that very shortly, the building will be
surrounded by K-E and Winter Systems security assets.

Leaving the roof to be assulted by the remaining two Stallions,
you turn your attention to the floors under magical assult and
you notice for the first time the secondary target of the the
raid, Commander Drake himself.  He is wearing a simple suit,
heavily tailored to allow for his unique bodily sculpting, but
the suit also looks slightly armored.  He doesn't even seem aware
of what is going on until he hears a scream and several thuds
outside his office, at which point he leaps up, crosses over to
the door, and looks out upon a very unusual scene.  Elementals,
of all varieties and relative power, are flying back and forth
around the floor.  Spirits, mostly Hearth, but some City and
Field spirts, and a manifest Storm and Mountain appear for an
instant before disappearing again.  Spells concentrating on
certain individuals before they burst out into the physical
plane, generally knocking everyone around them unconscious with
blasts of mana and stunning energy.  It again appears that the
attacking forces are using some rather extreme magical support.

This is when Micheal manifests directly in Drake's line of sight,
a really big grin on his face.  "Yo, mon, you're not goin
anywhere.  The Mistress wants ta talk with ya."  Drake blanches,
and launches a cybernetically enhanced fist at the spirit, only
to have it blocked to the side effortlessly by the cane.  Before
Drake can recover enough to defend himself, Micheal literally
picks him up by the back of his suit, carries him back into his
office, and sits him down in his chair.  "Mon, you and I are
gonna wait for the Mistress right here."  And Drake, with as much
hatred and fire in his cybernetic eyes as he can muster, glares
at Micheal.

Down in the Garage, the attacking units from the vans outside
have moved in and begun consolidating control.  The military
units that came in with the ACVs have split to the basement and
the first floor security section, driving the cops outward toward
the exits.  The roof assult crews are also driving the IP cops
and employees toward the emergency stairs and down to the street,
where Knight-Errant and Winter Systems security has begun to
cordon off the area and evacuate all non-security personnel.  The
only real trouble spots appear to be the temporary holding prison
in the basement and the eigth floor, where the Special Branch
operatives are housed.  They are giving the military folks a run
for thier money, but are also being pushed back, mostly by the
extensive use of magic.  Something you notice in the basement is
the placement of charges along the central building supports.  It
appears that the raiders are planning on demoloshing the building
after they vacate.  You also notice that there are a few
magicians punching thier way through the floors and foundations
with spells, apparently to the sewers and under-street access
tunnels.

By the looks of it, Diana has finally joined up with Micheal and
Drake, who is still stewing in his chair.  You hear the following
conversation between Diana and Drake over the audio feed.

Diana: "Well, we meet at last.  Probably not in the manner you
had originally intended, Commander, but still."

Drake: "You and your father won't get away with raiding the
Interpol building.  You and Maxim couldn't possibly survive,
although what Velli is doing using Interpol facilities to meet
with the Big 8 presidents is beyond me."

Diana: "Actually, I know exactly what she is doing there.  Part
of her argument requires proof that she can do what she claims
she can, so here we are.  As to my father, he sends his regrets.
He's(checks her watch) currently involved in final preparations
for an operation of his own.  So it's really only me who'll get
away with destroying the only proof you have that The Org is
controlled and sheilded by Maxim Arms."

Drake: (laughs)"Foolish girl.  We've made copies.  The whole
world knows by now."

Diana: (shaking her head)"No, it doesn't.  The Big 8 know, as
does the BIS, but you have made no copies.  Your second in
command, who you will not see again, I might add, is one of us.
She told us that you have made no copies, and my troops are
currently getting ready to blast their way into the vaults to
verify this(the building shakes and echos the sound of high
explosives used both a few floors below and in the basement).
See?  Early, even.  With no proof, you can do nothing to either
Maxim or The Org.  The Org still doesn't exist, and Maxim has
enough power to destroy Interpol if you go off half-cocked and
make unsubstiantiated accusations.  At best you'll only get
fired.  You, Commander, have been outmaneuvered by the best in
the buisness.  But you will probably not live to tell the tale.
We have to destroy this lovely tower of yours in order to insure
that we cover our tracks.  But don't worry, we're not terrorists.
It won't be like the Shattergraves.  We're planning on a clean
collapse inward.  And by now, all of your cops are out of the
building.  So if you'll join me in the elevator, we'll be going
to the basement."

At this Micheal grabs Drake and the three of them walk to one of
the elevators and descend down to the basement.  On various
cameras you see explosives being set into load-bearing members in
both the basement and the garage.  You also notice the various
troops filing out through the openings down into the sewers and
tunnels beneath the streets of New York, leaving no-one but
elementals and spirits within the tower.  Up on the roof, the
last Wasp takes off from the pad under autopilot or remote
control, and the pilot rushes over to the elevator with the rest
of the pilots and descends to join the last of the raiders.

Down in the basement again the vaults are being emptied of the
ashes of all the documents in them.  Diana is shaking her head
and berating Drake.  "You really shouldn't put such a safety on
the vault.  Thermite works really well at destroying the
documents in a secure vault such as this, but it also destroys
the stuff you might want to keep, like this(holds up a scrap of
unburned paper with the Maxim logo on it).  Gee, this is
evidence."  Looking at Drake, she holds the paper up and then it
bursts in to flame, provoked by the energies of Astral space.
"Oops.  Guess you have no case, do you?"

"Well, I'm sorry to have to do this, but your Org threat rating
has surpased the allowable limits, so you are marked for death.
I guess that this might be considered a bit cruel, giving you
hope for survival and all when I should just put a bullet in your
head, but it's my somewhat morbid sense of humor that requires
it.  You see, I'm actually giving you a chance for life, by
locking you up in the vault here.  It just might survive the
collapse of a 12 story building on top of it.  Whether you will
or not remains to be seen.  And even if you do, will you run out
of air before you get rescued?  Who knows.  I know it's rather
sick, but that's just the way I am.  Goodbye, Commader.

Lock him in."

And Drake get thrown into the vault, none too gently, and the
door gets closed upon him.

"Set the charges.  2 minutes.  Then get the frag away.  MOVE!"

+++++End Download+++++ ]<<<<<
     --  New York <15:13:18/11-06-55>

>>>>>[  +++++Include Trideo Download+++++

Hello there, eveyone.  This is Charlie Fingers, in the Front Range Free Zone
yet again, where earlier today Maxim Arms announced the formation of yet
another subsidiary, Maxim Security, Inc.  This new corporation, based out of
the CAS Sector of the FRFZ, has it's new Headquarters at Monaco and 6th, in a
building that has yet to be built.  It will be responsible for the security
contracts currently held by Maxim Armament Systems.  Until the new Headquarters
building has been completed, projected to be finished in about 9 months, the
new corporation will continue to be housed in the Maxim Armament Systems
building in the Souix Sector.

The new Maxim Arms subsidiary has already acquired numerous facilities in
cities worldwide, from London to Rome to Seattle to Sidney to Chiba and
everywhere inbetween.  They have also begun the process of bidding for the
police contract in Detroit, a city controlled by Ares Macrotech and patrolled
by thier security subsidiary, Knight-Errant.  What will happen only time will
tell.

In other related news, Maxim Arms has begun shipping thier products to thier
customers previously affected by the various emergency recalls and shipping
holds.

On the news, Maxim stock returned to its value before the recalls were issued
and then gained some 20 points to set a new record high for Maxim.  It is
possible that it would have gained more had there not been rumors of a shakeup
at the highest levels of Maxim corporate structure.

This has been Charlie Finger, keeping you up to date with the latest breaking
news regarding Maxim Arms.  Good evening.

+++++End Trideo Download+++++  ]<<<<<
        --  Trideo Pirate <16:28:42/11-06-55>

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