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***** Private: Caine
>>>>>[Discuss the matter?!  Fine!  I've finaly found the
drecking SOB who murdered my platoon!!  And now I'm going
to reduce him to a red smear!  End of discussion.]<<<<<
        -- Irish <17:31:06/20-11-55>

*****Private: Irish
>>>>>[Please, I really wish you would wait.  Who is this man who
allegedly murdered your friends?  If you tell me what is happening I may
be able to assist you.]<<<<<
        -- Caine <20:45:36/11-20-55>

*****Private: Caine
>>>>>[Caine! I've found out some more about the Chameleon.  It took a lot
of favors, but apparently the Chameleon was working for the Peace Force
and, on top of that, Peace Force was enlisted by the Grand Poobah Toy
Company to wipe you out.  Hope that helps, and I'll find more later.

     By the way, I found some references connecting Peace Force and a
woman named Velli.  Nicole Velli.  Maybe that means something to
you.]<<<<<
        Sherlock Holmes <Ele-men-tary/Wat-son>

*****Private: Sherlock Holmes
>>>>>[About the Velli info, see what else you can find.  I have a
hunch...
      As for the rest.... Now I'm really upset.  But I must control my
anger.  Justice will come to those who murdered my partners in due
course.  Thank you, Trish, for your help.]<<<<<
        --Caine <21:03:35/11-20-55>

*****Private: Caine
>>>>>[You're welcome, sweetheart.  Are we still on for lunch
tomorrow?]<<<<<
        -- Sherlock Holmes <Ele-men-tary/Wat-son>

*****Private: Sherlock Holmes
>>>>>[I do not know.  We'll discuss it... over breakfast.]<<<<<
        -- Caine <21:05:44/11-20-55>

*****PRIVATE: Slash
>>>>>[I can operate the machine myself, but i will needing one other person
to be helping.  Nothing technical, maybe you could do it.  I want to do
this soon, it is urgent.  Can we meet and go there today?  Just tell me a
time and where to meeting you and i will come.  Thank you.]<<<<<
        -- Basilisk <11:21:47 GMT/21.Nov.55>

*****PRIVATE: Spellslinger
>>>>>[Thank you for the fruit and the offer to help.  I don't think a
detox spell will do anything.  It is not directly a toxin, but a virus
or protein that is infecting he.  And Jasmine already tried some healing
magic which didn't work much.  I understanding this thing a little more
now, so i think he will being OK, it just will take time.]<<<<<
        -- Basilisk <11:27:45 GMT/21.Nov.55>

>>>>>[ Well, I think I have more ore less found the position of the
tree. I don't know for sure, but I'm going to check it out
tomorrow. Anybody from the team care to come along?
I'll bring some fresh fruit to ease the travel. Greetings. ]<<<<<
        --  Aardvark (13:35:13/11-12-55)

>>>>>[Herr Aardvark, i would come, but i must care for Tiny.  He is not
getting worse, but it is still not good.  Good luck finding the tree.]<<<<<
        -- Basilisk <13:40:57 GMT/21.Nov.55>

*****PRIVATE:  Basilisk
>>>>>[I have some pretty in-depth technological knowledge, built around the
engineering of devices.  But my specific medical knowledge is limited.  But I
can probably help you out.  I'll be at >>>Location<<< around >>>time<<<, and
I'll take you to the shop from there.  Oh, I'll be driving.  AJ is really
paranoid about his shop, so he makes sure that anyone who comes there is
really confused and totally lost when they arrive.  Sorry, but those are AJ's
rules.  I wish I knew where he was....]<<<<<
        --  Slash <10:10:15/11-21-55>

***** PRIVATE: Spirit
>>>>>[ I know you don't know me, but I just thought I would drop you a line
and let you know that I'll be attending your meeting at the Virtual Bar..
I've got friends in Boston. ]<<<<<
        -- Neuron Basher < 16:03:21/11-21-55 >

*****PRIVATE: Slash
>>>>>[Slash, thank you for letting me use the facilities.  If you need
to drive, maybe it is better to pick us up at my place.  It is at
>>>Location<<<.  The same time you mentioned will be fine.  That way, i
won't have to leaving my car anywhere.  It is better for Tiny, also.  If
i don't hearing from you 15 minutes before the meet time, i will still
come to the location you said.  Thanks again.]<<<<<
        -- Basilisk <16:09:30 GMT/21.Nov.55>

***** Private: Backlash
>>>>>[I have the results of the Sending for you.  Sorry it took so
long, but I had to do a lot more research and preparation than
expected.  Basically, it was unsuccessful.]>>>>>
        --  Duece <15:46:27/11-21-55>

***** Private: Duece
>>>>>[Unsuccessful?  Um...what does that mean exactly?]>>>>>
        --  Backlash <15:47:18/11-21-55>

***** Private: Backlash
>>>>>[Well...see, the Sending didn't even connect with her so I never
got the chance to cast the spell.  This could mean one of two things.
I warned you about the doll and picture being a crummy representation
of her.  It's possible I just couldn't link her with the objects
because of that crumminess.  Crumminess?  Gad, where did that come
from?  I digress.  The other possibility is that she's just plain
dead.  There has to be an aura to connect to for the Sending to work.

To be perfectly honest, I would say that she is probably dead.
The objects weren't as good as a drop of blood, but really could have
done the job easily.]>>>>>
        --  Duece <15:47:56/11-21-55>

>>>>>[She's DEAD!?  AAARRRRGGGGGHHHH!!!!!
+++++Link: Terminated
        --  Backlash <15:49:13/11-21-55>

>>>>>[Uh-Oh]<<<<<
        --  Duece <15:49:25/11-21-55>

>>>>>[Hello again, this is Stephanie Diane reporting live from West Fitzgerald
Street, where a sniper apparently opened fire onto the regional meeting of the
Washington State Nazi Society, apparently an organization with roots back to
the 1940's.  Lone Star was unable to secure the sniper, and have already closed
the case for all practical purposes due to the nature of the shots -- eighteen
single, flash-and-sound suppressed rounds fired from the top of this building
here (she points), striking as many people dead.  There were no reports of any
suspicious persons in the area, and the rounds were unrecoverable.

Signing off, this is Stephanie Diane, Seattle TridNews.]<<<<<
         --  Seattle TridNews <15:21:53/11-21-55>

***** Private: Caine
>>>>>[Alledgedly? Alledgedly!!!  The Fragger did it right in
front of me!!!  As soon as I get my hands on Hernandiz, I'm
going to wring his scrawny neck!  I don't care if his _is_ in
Aztech security!]<<<<<
        -- Irish <14:54:40/21-11-55>

>>>>>[  Someone recently asked about what status the individual known simply as
Dr. Action Jackson is in.  I figured it was about high time to reveal just how
AJ is.  You see, I figured it is about time he paid the price for attacking
Germany.  He just simply made the mistake of running into the wrong people yet
again.  I guess he has the same unique talent that Doomsday sometimes has.
Speaking of which Shadowfox, how is Doomsday?  I assume you haven't stalled on
it.  Or are you gleaming all you can from HAMMER's so-called brain?

But since I know you all are very curious, (especially Diana), about dear AJ
you will most likely enjoy this.

+++++ Video Download

The picture slowly  grows from the centre of the screen  eventually filling it.
The quality is somewhat grainy, but fairly distinct. Three men sit in the back
on a moving vehicle, in  an uncomfortable silence. The first is well-dressed,
in a unidentifiable corporate style. A lock of blond hair has escaped from
under his hat. His face is carefully neutral, his eyes however, blaze with an
intense, inner power. Across from him sits a dark haired elf, in a battered
armoured  jacket and ruffled scruffy clothing. In total contrast to the man
opposite, his very posture, features and eyes displays an obvious suspicion,
tinged with poorly concealed curiousity aimed at the man across from him. The
ork makes up the group, a well built individual, who continually and very
nervously sharpens a pile of wooden stakes.

The vehicle stops.  A stream of dirty light from the streetlights above seeps
through the rusty van doors.  You scan down the old-fashioned street where the
van stops, noticing several big, grey-bricked buildings that are covered in
gang insignia and rise up in to the overcast sky.  Wrecks of burnt-out cars,
vans and barricades are strewn across the road.  Bullet holes scar every
surface. Welcome to Berlin, eh?

The blond man speaks to the camera. (in German) "Scan the area and get the
drones into position.  Once this is accomplished, run a system check."  The
drone speeds off down the road for a short distance.  The only moving creature
detected is a fat, ugly devil rat, which glares at the drone and unhurriedly
waddles into the darkness of a sewer.  The picture refocuses on the trio at the
back of the van, who are sorting out some equipment.  Id's are tagged to each
member: the blond human - Nightmare, the short elf - WHAT, the ork - Rebar.

Rebar takes his equipment and moves stealthily toward a far, dis-used building
In seconds, he's out of sight.  Nightmare picks up a briefcase from the van and
in a slow, measured pace makes his way down the battered street.  WHAT follows
like he is guarding Nightmare from attack.  Idly, you wonder from what.

You now see the two through a grill frame that is looking slightly down on
them.  They are standing in a well-appointed office which has colourful
posters and mottos dripping from the walls.  You note dryly that it is a
policlub from the looks of things and probably fairly well off. It seems to be
humanocentric based and some sort of community care, but the posters, as you
are well aware of don't always tell the truth.  Nightmare looks like he is just
another bored corp suit waiting to get off work.  He has an indifferent look
on his face as WHAT converses with the all too perfect receptionist.

WHAT: (In a rough, broken form of German.)  The boss want to see N-sign now. We
know here. You let us see. Tell N-sign we here NOW!  (He leans forward and
extends his hand razors to accentuate the point.)

The girl, with a fearful look on her face, jabs an unmarked button on the touch
pad in front of her.  Moments later, two large humans armed with SMG's step
out into the office and escort the bored Nightmare and WHAT into another
office.  The drone quickly makes it's way through the vent system along to the
next venting grill.  The view comes to another office. This one, however, is
paramilitary by design.   The walls are covered with multiple powerful posters
and wall hangings that shout Nazi slogans and images.  Behind an empty desk,
lounges a short, obviously cyber-enhanced, thug.  He puts down the combat knife
he was using to clean his finger nails (you see WHAT roll his eyes) and growls,
"N-sign and the others are out on a 'rally.' So get lost ya hosers for about
four days and then I'm sure we can help with any thing you need in the the
'biz department.' (to WHAT) Take your suit out of here, little elf street scum
or the next time you bust in, I'll snap every bone in your hands."

WHAT appears to on the verge of a vicious retort, when Nightmare places a hand
on his shoulder.  WHAT just grins wickedly.

Nightmare:  Thank you for confirming my intelligence. Now, I want to see the
creature you're holding in the containment cell.
Thug: Who the frag do you think...

Crackling electricity forms around Nightmare's left hand.  The thug sees
this and stops midsentence.

Nightmare:  Do not even think about it chummer. Do as I say and you'll see
dawn.  Now take us to the cells quickly.  I strongly recommend no little
tricks, for I am known to have a very short fuse.  Is that clear?

The thug nods vaguely, still staring at the energy flowing from Nightmare's
hands as WHAT efficiently disarms him.  The three leave the office and head
into to a lift.

The screen is briefly split in half, the left half is showing the three
approaching a door, while the other half is a dark screen with what appears to
be a faint outline of a sitting figure that is twitching slightly.  As the thug
slowly types in the combination for the maglock on the door, that half of the
screen enlarges until you cannot see the other image.  As the heavy door
slides open, a dimly redish light seeps into the corridor adding to the dim
light of the electricty from Nightmare's hand.  Inside you see what seems to be
a classical torture chamber that is literally straight out of the history
trids.  After a few brief moments you notice some additional vintage 2055 toys.
The thug gestures sullenly towards a door in the far wall, and mutters, "It's
in there."  Nightmare motions WHAT toward the door.  You are amused to watch
WHAT's face.  His eyes betray the horror of seeing this ghastly room, yet the
rest of his face remains impassive.  He struggles to open the door, and finally
succeeds.  Inside he searchs blindly around and then finally finds the light
switch.  You are momentarily blinded by the brightness of the fluorescent
lights as WHAT turns them on.

Tied on a metal framed chair is a man wearing a brief loincloth.  He seems to
be about 6 foot, 175 pounds, with a moderate build, brown hair and a dark
complexion. Three buckets have been arranged around him. This man (?) has
obviously been tortured.

His face, torso, and thighs are discoloured by heavy bruising. Pink scars run
all across his body.  Black burn marks cover his inner thighs and armpits.  His
kneecaps appear to have been blow off.  They look like they have been
partially magically healed leaving them massively misshapen.  You see the shiny
metal heads of the rivets attaching him to the chair VIA his forearms and
shins.  He, by some miracle, still seems to be alive.

Not surprisingly, WHAT loses his lunch, breakfast and a couple of other meals
too, in a noisy fashion.  Nightmare just sighs.  (Leaving you wondering if it
is directed at the man's condition or WHAT's reaction.)  WHAT staggers toward
the captive, knocking a bucket over.  A dark red liquid washes over the grey
stone floor.  The man's head snaps up and he hisses.  His unfocussed bloodshot
eyes glare out from the battered face and saliva drips down from two elongated
canines.  Just what the doctor ordered, eh?  A Vampire.

WHAT stops dead in his tracks as his face goes whiter, if that's (meta)humanly
possible and hoarsely utters "What . . . AJ ?"  A confirmation ID flicks onto
the screen - Action Jackson, who just continues to hiss.  Nightmare's
emotionless voice makes WHAT nearly leave his skin as he says, "Well?  Inject
him with the drug and pull those nails out.  Perferably this decade."  WHAT
spins around with the thug's gun in hand, not his own narcojet, and shaking
very badly attempts to level it at Nightmare.  WHAT, in a voice filled with
broken anger and horror spits out, "I know him, he's a friend you fraggin'
fiend, look what the frag they fraggin' well done to him you fraggin'
heartless fragger, you knew I knew him frag face, why the frag shouldn't I
just fraggin' kill you, fraggin' now!"

Nightmare sighs and in the same emotionless tone he replies, "We have a job to
finish, and unless you plan on dying before it is over, I suggest you stop
being so emotional and finish this job.  There will be plenty of time to try
and kill me later.  We were working on a precise time table and besides I don't
think you want the thug (the thug freezes in motion as he was heading to the
door) to leave and sound the alarm."  He turns his back to the cell and calmly
walks after the thug.  "I trust you weren't planning on leaving so soon."  The
thug blanches and says nothing.

WHAT injects AJ with a drug.  Humanity (?) slowly returns to his face.
"WHAT ? ....." he grins weakly, "nice to see you in this holiday camp.  I
haven't told them anything, which I believe annoyed them."

WHAT says shakingly, "AJ, I - I - I have to pull out the nails ... I'm sorry
..."  He trails off as his voice fails him.

AJ smiles trying to reassure WHAT by saying, "Hell, it'll less painful than
explain to Diana and Roxey why and how I got caught."  The next five minutes
AJ doesn't utter a sound, as WHAT, who's crying openly, slowly wrenches out the
12 rusty nails.  AJ somehow through clenched teeth says, "WHAT, I can't move
they've used a drug to stop me going mist form and it's paralyzed me, chummer."
WHAT carefully and tenderly picks him up and carries him out.

Nightmare, holding the thug in a wrist lock, is sitting comfortable in a chair
reading a data screen, he looks up and smiles coldly.  You can hear the wrist
of the thug snapping as Nightmare throws him into a wall.  You don't know how
hard Nightmare threw the poor guy, but judging from the loud crack, and the
resulting spray of blood from the thug, it stands to reason that it wasn't
lightly.  Still smiling he says, "Doctor Jackson, so nice to meet you again.
Our host decided that the wall was a better bedfellow than you are.  So I
obliged his request and let him meet the wall.  Shall we go now?"  Over a
commlink he says, "Rebar, we're exiting now."  Then he starts casting a spell.
The image of the three shimmers and then is replaced by three ordinary looking
humans who look like they survived a bomb blast.

Above the celling shakes a couple of times, and explosions can be heard.  Fire
alarms start ringing and lights flash.  They make their way to the lift and the
join in with the panic upstairs.  You can see several rooms on fire, by the
thick smoke that is pouring out of them.  From all the smoke choking the air,
you are amazed that people are still screaming and not passing out.  Outside a
crowd has formed, watching the burning building.  Suddenly, gunfire erupts
from somewhere outside which sends some people screaming for cover.  Others
foolishly remain.  The gun shots continue, long enough for the trio to exit the
building, and like the crowd scatter because of the gunfire.  Quickly they
round a corner and enter a van.  As soon as the doors shut, the unmarked van
pulls away.

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

Well there you have it.  You're probably not happy that I forgot to mention
that this was good enough to watch with popcorn but oh well.  Speaking of not
being happy, Action Jackson is now in my benefactor's hands.  Only time will
tell if he is to be released.  God knows that we shouldn't let a bloodsucker
walk free, especially considering what he has done, but only time will decide
that fate. ]<<<<<
        -- Nightmare <15:36:20/11-21-55>

>>>>>[ Hey mon, the boss should just let me kill him.  I have plenty of stakes
for the job! ]<<<<<
        -- Rebar <15:36:55/11-21-55>

>>>>>[ If I had my way, I would.  If anyone interferes with the boss's
decision, you will get you opportunity to use them.

Oh Shadowfox . . . what has happened with HAMMER? ]<<<<<
        -- Nightmare <15:38:22/11-21-55>

>>>>>[ Oh yeah... I forgot to post that.  The Interpol, with a little prodding
from BIS accepted the trade.  All runs went off without a hitch.  Doomsday and
a few guests of his are resting up at the place.  I'm surprised you had to ask.
The Commander balked a little so I upped the ante.  Got a few more friends out
because of it.  I'm sure some people aren't happy with me.  But my boss sure
is. ]<<<<<
        -- Shadowfox <15:41:20/11-21-55>

***** Private: Fenris
>>>>>[ Since you asked and this is relatively harmless, the Yakuza had Interpol
release the following people in addition to Doomsday.  I have only included the
people connected with Yakuza organizations that I know about.  I added some
friends of mine to the list as well.  All said and done, I am a lot poorer for
all that I have just accomplished, but Doomsday is free which is nice.

+++++ Include Yakuza.list

Sorry, but I cannot tell you where they have been relocated to.  Hope you find
this information useful.  Donations to the cause are welcomed. ;> ]<<<<<
        -- Shadowfox <15:44:29/11-21-55>

>>>>>[ Well I'm back, though I have lots of bad news, it seems in the
whole fight we had, the camera was damage, and all I got was the part
where I started to rip up everyone and Whisper and Lou was fighting the
mage.  I am not going to bother downloading it because it is too graphic
anyway.  All I can say is that well after this the people I killed will
have to be identified by there teeth.  Lou and Whisper remember it, they
tore up that mage.  Well My armed healed fully and I had to replace one
of my cyber fingers thats about it.  So lou is your eye ok?  AS for
whisper, I hope you recovered ok.]<<<<<
        -- Tarkis < Times does not exist >

***** Private: Kor
>>>>>[ Yes I could do it.  Here's my fee rating: >>encrypted<<.  Contact
me off-line to tell me the specifics. ]<<<<<
        --
 Scourge <15:47:15/11-21-55>

*****PRIVATE: Basilisk

>>>>>[ I'm enclosing the ltg of a Bear Shaman who runs a small healing
lodge in the SS state.  If you need any help in the future with such
matters, he's an expert on all healing magics.  Just drop my name and
he'll be glad to help you.  His name is Gentle Wind.  Ltg
>>Encrypted<<<.  Glad to hear your friend is on the way to recovery,
too.]<<<<<
        -- Spellslinger (18:29:34/11-21-55)

>>>>>[I guess its to Boston then, Spirit.  I'll be
there.  I just wish I knew about Styx.  May her totem
protect her.]<<<<<
        - Harlequin <Ha-Ha-Ha>

>>>>>[Harlequin, once again, I'm sorry for any possible problems with Styx.
We just couldn't stay behind to save her.

She's good, though.  She'll be alright.  Eventually, the quarantine will
have to be lifted...]<<<<<
        --  Quickling <20:55:11/11-21-55>

***** PRIVATE: DragonEyes
>>>>>[ This must be some type of test of Scourge's but:

I need a phone number so that I can get ahold Scourge.  As a matter of fact
a race and gender would be useful also.  I am trying to contract him / her
to get some work done for me.  What I got as an answer was this:

+++++ Include ScourgeMail

It has not been tampered with.  You know Scourge better than I do, is this
some type of test to see if I have the resrouces available to find him/her
or is he/she (Will you PLEASE, at the least, tell me a gender, all this
fraggin him/her he/she it/they/we stuff is starting to tax my ability to
be tactful) just forgetful?

Since I have your attention, I hope, how is Blitz doing?    ]<<<<<

        -- Kor <05:45:09 / 11-22-55>

>>>>>[Spirit, lass?  In view of all the news reports, and the
documentation we have on this Lucifer construct, it sounds like we'll
need all the help we can get.  This brings up what is most likely a
stupid idea, but here goes.....

Has anyone thought of asking MONICA if she can take it out?  Or help,
at least?  I mean, the beastie IS a threat to herliving area (the
Matrix in general), and she has more at stake than any of the rest of
us.....?

Anyway, just an idea that I thought should be mentioned.....]<<<<<
        -- Highlander (23:39:42/11-21-55)

>>>>>[Highlander, I oughta thwap you!]<<<<<
        -Harlequin <NOT LAUGHING>

*****Private: Whisper, Lou, Tarkis
>>>>>[Well, it's good to be back in the saddle again.  I must say that
run was the best I've done in a while.  Lou, it was good working with you
again.  Maybe we can do it again sometime.]<<<<<
        -- Ripley <22:10:22/11-21-55>

*****Private: Irish
>>>>>[Very well.  I cannot stop from going.  But you have more to
consider than your own pride.  Namely, your daughter.  If you would like,
I can make arrangements for her if something should happen to you.]<<<<<
        -- Caine <22:07:55/11-21-55>

***** PRIVATE: Freddy Frypp
>>>>>[Morning Boss  --  Thought this might be of interest to you.

+++++ Include Helmet Download

The scene begins with a dim shot of Kor's face.  Deeply tanned worry lines
etched in his face contradict the smile that playfully dances across his
face.

"Hey, Freddy, I found your kids...I figured that I would get all suited up
and go and have a talk with them.  I thought that you might like to see
video rather than getting a report.  I'm going to ditch the rover here
and make my grand entrance in a couple minutes.  Im planning on going
in invisibly.  Hold on...standard procedure...

Icons slowly begin to materialze in your viewing area and are just as
slowly moved to the sides and expanded.  In the upper left icon expands to
show heart rate and blood pressure.  The lower left icon shows another set of
vitals, far too fast to be human, labeled Castor and Pollux.

The helmet cam whips to the right to show a view of the back of the rover and
two Hell Hounds.

"Castor, Pollux, Omwia"

Both of the hounds perk up, one looks attentively into the camera, while the
other seems more curious than anything else.

"Ninwia"

"You arent likely to be able to keep them apart, I cant either without
checking their auras, so dont get confused when they go into action."

"Astral check...back in a bit.  Castor, Pollux Omwia, Fia-el"

The vitals for both hounds begin to race while Kor's seem to slowly drop.

Seconds tick by quickly and Kor's vitals return slowly to normal.

"Umm, Freddy  --  I just checked the kids out.  Nothing horrible but
one of them is a mage.  Im going to take this a little slower than I had
originally planned to.  I was just going to go in there and scare the piss
out of them and come home but if that kid is an untrained mage I dont want
to get him started off on the wrong foot, if you know what I mean."

"Time for a show...Castor, Pollux Fia-el.  Ill be sub-vocalizing from here
out.  It might be hard for you to understand some of what I say.  Dont
worry.  I going to turn on the exteral pickup, not so much for you, but
for myself...do you have ANY idea how hard it is to hear with one of these
things on?"

The camera lowers until you have a good view of each of the six boys' faces.
They seem to just be standing around for the sake of just standing around.
"The smaller one with the beer is the one who is active, others are mundane"

The conversation continues over such topics as cars, girls, and the quest
for more beer.

Kor: "You'd think they would have something better to talk about...Oh shit,
variable adjustment...non-hostile on the scene"

Man: "Hey, get off my property, you hoodlums".  The camera turns quickly to a
older gentleman walking slowly and determinedly towards the youngsters.
"I said get off of my property."

Kid 1: "Fuck you, old man. Jimmy, turn him into a newt or something"

Kor: "Ung"

The smaller of the boys begins to intently stare at the old man.  His eyes snap
open and immediately registers shock.

Kor: "Shielding in place  --  This one is not as 'untrained' as I thought"

Jimmy: "What the fuck, he's still standing."

Kor:  "Hounds are on their way in, Ill drop the invis for maximum effect"

The camera jostles quite a bit as Kor moves into position behind the boys who
are now advancing on the old man, one flourishes with a butterfly knife.

Knife Boy: "Im going to rip you a new asshole, old man"

The man turns to run just as one of the hell hounds enters the view of the
camera.

Kor: "Kill them all and feast upon their still beating hearts my children"

Your view of the hell hound is obstructed as the boys spin around and obviously
come face to face with Kor.

Kor:  "Your choices are simple, you can leave peacefully and not return
        or I can allow that dog there to tear your faces off."

Knife boy: "Where the HELL did you come from?"

Kor:  "Didnt your mother and father tell give you that story already?  Im
        waiting for an answer.  He has marked his territory and you are
        standing in it. I suggest you leave now"

The boys reflexively look down then back up at Kor.  The active one is the
only exception...he stares straight ahead, eyes fixed and partially glazed.

Kor:  "Oh no you dont..."

A howl can be heard from behind the boys and the video cuts abruptly.

+++++ End video

I arrested the entire lot of the fuckers.  Im sure they will be out in a
few hours.  I had something a little more pressing to deal with.  The old man
fraggin' had a heart attack when Castor appeard behind him.  No, Im not
joking, full cardiac arrest.  He wasnt wearing a bracelet for DocWagon (do you
even have 'Wagon here?) so I patched him up and motor'd him to the nearest
MedFac.  Nearly hosed that one up.  This security guard thing is just
not my cup of tea...When do I get to go out to the training facility?

+++++ Include IncidentReport112255 ]<<<<<

        -- Kor <05:59:32 / 11-22-55>

*****Private: Ripley, Lou, Tarkis
>>>>>[I am healing well. Enjoyed it. Call me if needed]<<<<<
        -- Whisper <22:00:15/11-21-55>

*****PRIVATE: Freddy Frypp
>>>>>[Freddy, we're flying out tonight.

Jonesy in case you don't know is my seventeen year-old daughter. She is our
decker. I've got a rigger by the name of Hawk. He'll drop the plane in. I'm
going to use a Nightglider and make an inspection of Covello. You'll get
details tommorow chummer. If you're coming for a visit let us know we plan
to have sentry guns out and placed.]<<<<<
         -- Tunnel-Rat (08:13:14 / 11-22-55)

>>>>>[ Hmmmm.

I would say that we should consider seeking her assistance, though not at the
moment.  I doubt that she would be interested, though the fact that Lucifer
might cause problems to her own plans may cause her to act.  If such a
confrontation occurs, I certainly would not want to be caught in the crossfire,
I believe that the overall damage caused will be very great indeed.]<<<<<
        -- Spirit <Of the Matrix>

***** NOT TO: Whidbey Island Crew (Basilisk, Jasmine, etc.)
>>>>>[  Hey everyone... just wanted to drop a line and let everyone know that
I am doing alright.  Don't feel so hot, whatever that stuff I touched was, it
fragged me up pretty good, but I'm recovering according to Bas.  Basilisk has
been prodding me, poking me, and stealing my blood for the past couple of
days.  He'd probably take another blood sample just to bug me if he knew I
had sneaked onto the Matrix, the dirty fragger. (Yeah, yeah, I  _know_  he
probably saved my life, but that doesn't mean that I have to like the way
he's doing it.) Uh oh.  I think I hear Bas coming this way.. Gotta ru*($^)@

+++++LINK TERMINATED AT SOURCE  ]<<<<<
        -- Tiny < 17:40:22/11-22-55 >

***** Private: Caine
>>>>>[Sorry about blowing up on you like that, but you
pushed the _wrong_ buttons.  I've already made arrangments
concerning Erika.  As for this being about pride ... you
go through six months of living hell and see if you don't
want revenge!!]<<<<<
        -- Irish <11:04:16/22-11-55>

***** Private: Ripley, Tarkis, Whisper
>>>>>[Your right, Ripley, this one wasn't as dreked up as
some runs we've  been on.  But all in all I'd say it went
fairly well.  Feel free to drop by the bar and have a
round or two chummers.  On me.]<<<<<
        -- Lou <11:25:16/22-11-55>

***** Private: Kor
>>>>>[Ha, ha, ha, <WHEEZE>, I can't breathe!!! <GRIN!!!>  Wow, that
was a new one!  I've never had a somebody go into cardiac arrest on
me before!  I like the style, though.

"Training facility"?  Naaah, I gotta better idea.  A friend of a
friend of a friend has got a little job for me to do.  He wants me to
see what I can do about grabbing an exec out of Aztechnology's aero
design office in San Diego.  I was gonna subcontract, but instead I'm
trying to put together a team and just do it myself.  I need some
excitement.

If yer game, I'll get back to you... tomorrow, if I don't see you
tonight at the required corporate relaxation seminar at Rick's
Place.

Keep up the good work!  Ha, ha, ha.]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (12:20:12 / 11-22-55)
           President
           Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

***** Private: GOD
>>>>>[Hey, man, whuzzahappenin'?

You doin' anything right now?

I'm trying to find bodies for an extract outta San Diego and I was
wondering if yer up for it.

Any chance you speak Spanish?  I've got a chip here, but I don't want
to depend on it.  Hold on, I'm gonna give this a try real quick.

YOUCH!!!  What in the hell was that!!!!  Frag.... I slotted the damn
thing and it zapped me!  Mother fuck, that hurt.  Scratch the chip
idea....]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (12:25:12 / 11-22-55)
           President
           Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

***** Private: Chris Tarleton
>>>>>[Sorry I took so long gettin' back to you.  Some dickhead snuck
into our computer and started fraggin' with all of the SANs.  Pissed
me off that somebody let him through...

Anyway, have I got a job.  A buddy of mine over at F-B wants us to
snag some Azzie name of Juan Valdez.  Yeah, Juan Valdez.  He works
for the aerospace design bureau in San Diego.  I'll get back with
more details tomorrow.

See ya.]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (12:27:55 / 11-22-55)
           President
           Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

***** Private: Caine
>>>>>[And just so you know, Caine, I have no intention of
dying.]<<<<<
        -- Irish <11:31:12/22-11-55>

>>>>>[Damn this place is well supplied.  Many thanks for letting me use the
MRI and other equipments, and for letting me stay longer than i thought at
first i needed.  Tiny definitely has some swelling in the lower brain and
spinal cord, i don't know yet if it is the tissue or the outer membranes.
I have many MRI datas that still need analyzing.  Fortunately i can do
that at home on my deck.  I also mostly purified the compound that was
causing the problem.  A protein, either a prion or a very small virus.,
but i don't see any DNA so i don't thinking it is a virus.  I also have
a cell culture going (thanks Tiny!), so maybe i can make some vaccine for
us to use some time next week.  Any news about the other Orks, Aardvark?
Or Backlash?]<<<<<
        -- Basilisk <18:48:12 GMT/22.Nov.55>

*****PRIVATE: Slash
>>>>>[Thanks for letting me stay in the clinic, Slash.  The cell culture
equipments are great! And everything else, too.  I should being done some
times tomorrow or early the next day.  I will calling you to come get us
when i am finished.]<<<<<
        -- Basilisk <18:50:25 GMT/22.Nov.55>

>>>>>[Hey, Aerich, where are you?  Haven't heard from you since I rescued
you and brought you back to Seattle.  Just wondering where you were
chummer.  Maybe we ought to hit the Penumbra sometime and blow off some
steam.]<<<<<
        --the Whistler<12:03:55/11-22-55>

***** PRIVATE: Freddy Frypp
>>>>>[Ill be there.  I havent missed one yet.]<<<<<
        -- Kor <19:49:07 / 11-22-55>

>>>>>[Want me to track the drekhead intruder down and trash his deck?]<<<<<
        --  Christopher Tarleton <Dark/Angel>

*****Private: Irish
>>>>>[We do many things with the best of intentions, my friend.]<<<<<
        -- Caine <18:18:18/11-22-55>

*****Private: Lou
>>>>>[I'll consider it if you've still got that Scotch whisky I asked you
to hold for me...]<<<<<
        -- Ripley <18:30:44/11-22-55>

*****Private: Irish
>>>>>[We all have our personal hells.  How we deal with them makes us who
we are.  Remember when Erica was kidnapped.  Just remember, she is your
responsibility.  You not only have to look out for yourself, but her as
well.]<<<<<
        -- Caine <18:15:34/11-22-55>

*****Not to: Nightstalker, Highlander, I.B.A.
>>>>>[ I will reiterate my offer of a job for a single decker, on site
penetration, leading a group of ameteurs, intent is specific datasteal,
covered by the appearance of a general loot. ]<<<<<
        --  Fenris <18:30:28/11-12-55>

*****Private: Shadowfox
>>>>>[ Hmmm, interesting list, I keep tags on them, it's a long shot, but
maybe one or more of them has a trip over here planned soon. Keep your
ears to the ground chummer, I really need to know which clan an elf called
Jorek Gillian has been meeting with, here is the dates of his visits...

+++++ Include: Encrypted:date.list
+++++ Include: Payroll

There you go, that should keep you going, tread carefully friend, you
aren't in Kansas any more. ]<<<<<
        --  Fenris <18:34:52/11-22-55>

***** Private: Backlash
>>>>>[Hey slot, I've got good news.  I was able to get you some
contacts in the Underground who are willing to talk to your pansy
hoop.  Their names are Sprockethead, Bookworm, and Gnork.  Laugh
and I'll hurt ya.  You might want to get in touch with them as soon
as possible because I doubt they're gonna wait on an elf very
long.]<<<<<
        --  Hardwire <22:07:13/11-22-95>

***** Private: Hardwire
>>>>>[Gnork?! (snort) (chuckle)  Ok, I'll contact them tonight since
I need any info now.  Thanks for the help, mate.  I owe you one,
apeface.]<<<<<
        --  Backlash <22:09:24/11-22-55>

***** Private: Gideon
>>>>>[Hey Gideon, you out there mate?  I need whatever you've got, if
anything.  Hurry up with the search and get back to me
immediately.]<<<<<
        --  Backlash <22:11:56/11-22-55>

***** Private: Sprockethead, Bookworm, Gnork
>>>>>[G'day mates.  Allow me to introduce myself as Backlash.  I've
requested your help because I am in need of some data about an ork
community on Whidbey Island.  Specifically, what I want are: number
of residents, names of residents, relations, when they left, where
they are now, and why they left.  That's a lot to ask for so I will
not be disappointed if you cannot answer everything.  You will
receive a base payment of <<Encrypted>> with a bonus for detailed
information through Hardwire.  Get back to me as soon as you can
gentlemen.  Thank you for your help.]<<<<<
        --  Backlash <22:15:37/11-22-55>

*****PRIVATE:  Basilisk
>>>>>[Not a problem.  I'm glad it has what you need.  I'll be here when you
call.]<<<<<
        --  Slash <00:27:33/11-22-55>

>>>>>[Laddie: Make my day.....;>

A certain phrase about desperate times comes to mind.....]<<<<<
        --Highlander (22:34:44/11-22-55)

>>>>>[  You don't sleep with the devil to get rid of a minor demon.  That's
why I don't want to work with MONICA. ]<<<<<
        -- Nightstalker <22:37:18/11-22-55>

*****PRIVATE: Fenris
>>>>>[Herr Fenris, your offer sounds interesting.  I am getting tired of
all this data crunching and lab work.  If the run is only one night, i
think i can doing it.  A real Matrix run will be good for a change.  If
you needing references, you can ask Shields, Freddy Frypp, or Jimmy Smooth
if he is still here, or Jeweler.  I will having time this weekend, or if
i know soon any day next week so i can planning around it.]<<<<<
        -- Basilisk <09:38:50 GMT/23.Nov.55>

*****PRIVATE: Backlash
>>>>>[I might have some info for you, Backlash.  I'm a rigger and I do
lots 'a boat runs up in th' San Juans.  I know the group yer talkin'
about, at least numbers and a few names, and I might know were they went,
but I'm gonna have ta check out who you are before I go givin' out that
kind of info.  Some nasty stuff has been happenin' up there, from what
I hear, and I don't want to go accidentally makin' it worse, scan?  Give
me a couple names other than Hardwire, and if ya check out clean, I'll
tell ya what I know.]<<<<<
        -- Sprockethead <05:19:40/11-23-55>

*****PRIVATE: Backlash
>>>>>[Mr. Backlash, I called Hardwire and he assures me that it is in the
interests of the Ork community to reply to your request.  I am the de facto
archivist for a small community near Seattle, and might be able to help.
Unfortunately, if the records of the group you are talking about are as
poor as most groups around, I might not be able to find much of significance.
I will ask around and get back to you as information arises.  I understand
that the situation is urgent, so I will report piecemeal as soon as I find
anything, rather than waiting to give a full report.]<<<<<
        -- Arnold Blumfeld (Bookworm) <05:32:25/11-23-55>

***** Private: Kor, Chris Tarleton
>>>>>[Nah, don't bother Chris, unless you want to.

Anyway, that makes two takers so far.  With Jac and me that makes
four, and I'm still waiting on one other.  Five should make a decent
sized raiding party.

Quick rundown on likely assignments:

Kor, Castor and Pollux: Magical support and general mayhem
Jacamus: Small Craft Handling and Demolitions and / or Heavy Weapons
Freddy: Hey, I'm me
Dark Angel: An extra pair of eyes and an extra gun

GOD'll fit in there somewhere if I ever hear from him.

Sallright, here's the job:
Around a hundred and twenty years ago (or so) somebody started
experimenting with flying aircraft very low over bodies of water and
the Wing in Ground Affect was born.  Ya get high speed and efficiency
at low altitudes.  Maybe the idea's older, but that's all I know
about it.  Anyway, the only thing that came out of the research was
large troop transports built by the USSR.  As far as I've been told,
nobody managed to build a decent warbird, until a few months back.

Aztechnology's Aerospace design bureau, the same folks who brought
you the Aguilar, managed to build a combat WIG.  Rumor has it that
it's comparable to the Aguilar in speed, but roughly doubles the
available firepower (lots of missiles and a couple of forward firing
autocannons is suspected).  It is restricted to bodies of water,
but it could still probably sink ANY surface ship.  It's relatively
inexpensive to build so swarms of the little buggers could fly in at
about a meter and start popping anti-shipping or even anti-tank
missiles against coastal targets.  Once again, it operates very low
to the water at outrageous speeds and fuel efficiencies with a hefty
payload.

It's been in testing out of San Diego for about a month.  When the
Azzies invaded, the Aero design branch scooped up the old US Naval
Air Station North Island on Coronado island.

Now, Fed-Boeing has decided they want to start a WIG program of their
own.  Our mission has lots of possible objectives and the money is
pretty good for any of them (starts at around 125 K =Y= for killing
the designer or blowing up the prototype):

1) Grab the chief designer, Juan Pablo Valdez, and / or the prototype.

2) Kill Valdez and / or destroy the prototype.

3) Any / all / or none of the above and snag as many plans as possible
out of the computers.  Sorry, DA, I know you want to stay out of the
Matrix on this one, but you've seen me with computers and I don't
think Spark is ready for this.  I PROMISE it won't be anything more
tricky than some Access and Scramble ice.

Now, I've drug up as many old maps as I can find and we've gotten
overhead imagery from our employer.  We've taken a part of our
computers off-line and we've started feeding everything into them.
I'd like to work up a plan over the next few days then climb into a
simulation and run it a few times.

Here's what I've got planned, get ready to start spiking as much of
it as you like, I understand:

We rent one of those bareboat fishing boats from someplace in LA with
a false ident.  We spend a day or so putting south and leave the boat
on autopilot due east of the mouth of San Diego harbor just over the
horizon.  We take a small craft (a Swordsman would work, I think)
into the harbor and do as much damage as we can.  If we can snag the
prototype, Jac thinks he can probably fly it.  Then the rest of us
either pile into the prototype or go back to the boat and make best
time to LA.

I'd like to start the planning session in my office day after
tomorrow.  See ya there.]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (10:54:12 / 11-23-55)
           President
           Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM uplink #5150)

>>>>>[Mr. Nightmare, Dr. Jackson happens to be a colleague and should
anything happen to him, all his unique knowledge would dissappear from this
world.  Knowledge that one day may save your very life.  He has a unique
perspective on life and even death.  He even could use his abilities to save
beings that when injured go beserk and would kill hapless beings such as
myself.  He(as far I have seen) does noit harm those who do no harm to him
and or his friends, but should anything happen to him; his friends will take
you down in no time.  That is only a friendly warning.]<<<<<
                      --Dr. Veggie Table (12:26:30 /EST/ 11:23:55)

*****PRIVATE: Freddy Frypp
>>>>>[Freddy, Covello ain't a ghostown...

There's a Bear Shaman living out there, calls himself Treebear. Plus we
tore off a coat of paint from the plane when we landed.

+++++ENGAGE VIDEO: Covello.Inspection
+++++AUDIO/VISUAL (y/n):Y

+++++The camera swings around to show you a starlit sky as you decsend
towards a +++++cluster of about fifty buildings. You're vision is
low-light. You hear a +++++small beep.

(Jonesy) Rat21, Rat21...base is operational. Over?

(Tunnel-Rat)Base this Rat21. ETA one minute to Covello.

(Jonesy) Rat21, Good luck, send us a postcard. Base out.

(Tunnel-Rat) Base, I'll hike back so remember those damm Sentry Guns.

+++++15Mp DELETED

+++++You are on the ground and walking towards the building in front of you.

(Tunnel-Rat) This an audio record for Freddy Frypp. I am proceding with an
inspection of Covello, our sensors picked up one human lifeform on the
flyover of Covello. I immediatly ready our Nightglider and went out the
back of the C-260.

+++++Now you are holding a Colt M-23 and are seeing through Thermographic
+++++vision. The front door to the building is closed. A hand reaches out,
turns +++++the handle, and thrusts the door open. You wait a moment and
then look +++++inside. There is a stairway going up in front of you and to
your right.

(Tunnel-Rat) Base, this is Rat21. Do sensors still show me in the same
building as the our local landlord?

(Hawk) Rat21, this is Hawk, It''s on second level, Northeast corner.

(Tunnel-Rat) Ok, Base. I'm moving out.

+++++You move up the stairs. At the top the hallway leads left and right.
You +++++move right. Now you see two doors, one on the left and one on the
right. +++++The one on the left is open. You swing the Colt to cover the
opening on the +++++left as you walk in. Sitting at a desk in front of you
is a man in tribal +++++leathers. There is a knife on the desk.

(Tunnel-Rat) Who are you?

(Treebear) I am Treebear, I am the shaman of this valley.

+++++Treebear places his hands on the desk.

(Treebear) You may lower your gun. As long as you intend no harm none will
be visited on you. Nor will any hinderance.

+++++You lower the Colt.

(Treebear) I take it you're another smuggler making a base out here.

(Tunnel-Rat) Yes, our sensors found a lifeform and I came out here to
inspect. We want to make a base at the airfield in this valley.

(Treebear) Go ahead. You may also come back for advice from me anytime.

+++++You find yourself back at the Nightglider. You begin to disassemble it
and +++++start walking Northeast towards the airstrip.

+++++END VIDEO: Covello.Inspection

Freddy, we got the base setup. Over the weekend I'll look for Treebear.]<<<<<
        -- Tunnel-Rat (11:20:13 / 11-23-55)

*****PRIVATE: Freddy Frypp
>>>>>[Excuse my editor Freddy.]<<<<<

***** PRIVATE: Freddy Frypp, Chris Tarleton
>>>>>[Hmmm.

Remind me next time to pay closer attention to you when you ask if I am
up for something.

I would love to take the woofs (Castor and Pollux) into the fray with us
but they have never seen action before and I am more than a little leary
of losing them.  They are the only family I have left, man.  You can get
me in full combat mode which should more than make up for not having the
pups in action.

I know that you are many year my senior and likely have been on more runs
than I will ever see but you plan has a lot of holes in it.  I can point
them out at the meeting if you like.  Rental agencies tend to put their own
pilots onto boats (or planes) when you go out fishing or diving.  Unless
you dont care and are willing to liquidate the boat's captain, that is
going to be a problem.

Matrix  --  I might have something that will make things a little easier
for you.  This is the one and only use that I get out of this so only use
it if you are going in there for more than just the plans.  While I was
Aztech many moons ago I was given access to a couple of the machines there
for mail and magical research (despite the rumors, Aztech is pretty magic
heavy these days).

+++++ Include NewUserLetters

Those are the letters I recieved when the accounts were created.  They arent
likely to be of use to you but I have never really been able to come up with
a plan on how to abuse them.  With the shake up and all, the might have just
shut down all accounts and rebuilt things from the ground up.  Who knows?

If it is not against our clients wishes, I would like to be allowed to do as
much structual damage as I can while there.  Call it back pay...I didnt even
get a severence pay check.  ]<<<<<

        -- Kor <17:33:42 / 11-23-55>

***** Private: Aardvark.
>>>>>[ Have you made up your mind yet? ]<<<<<
        --  Hairy Harry (17:57:13/11-23-55)

***** Private: Hairy Harry.
>>>>>[ OK. After this run, I'll buy the farm. ]<<<<<
        --  Aardvark (19:00:13/11-23-55)

***** Private: Backlash.
>>>>>[ I'll see what I can do. I'll have to do some research (both on
you and the information you asked), but after that I'll get back
to you. ]<<<<<
        --  Gnork (19:05:13/11-23-55)

***** Private: Hairy Harry.
>>>>>[ Harry, I need some info on >>>Encrypted<<<, and I need it fast.
Shouldn't be a problem for you? ]<<<<<
        --  Gnork (19:07:13/11/23/55)

***** Private: Gnork.
>>>>>[ I'll have it ready in about 15 minutes. BTW, I might have a
buyer for your grandmother's farm. I'll let you know as soon as he makes
up his mind. You can make the usual donation. ]<<<<<
         --  Hairy Harry (19:15:13/11-23-55)

***** Private: Hairy Harry.
>>>>>[ Thank you. She'll be very happy about that. The money is on
its way. ]<<<<<
        --  Gnork (19:18:13/11-23-55)

***** Private: Gnork.
>>>>>[ Here's what you asked for.

+++++ Include Bits'N'PiecesOfInfo

Have a nice night. ]<<<<<
        --  Hairy Harry (19:31:13/11-23-55)

>>>>>[ Well, I just got back from a whole day of looking at trees.
I thought I saw them all, but I know better now. BTW, our tree
seems to have multiplied him/herself, I think. Or I'm just plain blind.
Anyway, I didn't found the tree I was looking for, though I've found
a lot of trees I wasn't looking for. I'll continue my quest for trees
tomorrow. Still nobody form the team wants to count trees with me? ]<<<<<
        --  Aardvark (19:42:13/11-23-55)

***** Private: Sprockethead
>>>>>[Hmm...I understand your concern, mate.  Would the name Jasmine
relax your fears?  I hope it does because due to my own paranioa I
cannot give you any other names.  You are more than welcome to do a
background check on me.  Of course, Lord knows what you'll find.  If
you find me agreeable, then get what you know to me quickly.  I
appreciate the help, mate.]<<<<<
        --  Backlash <15:38:25/11-23-55>

***** Private: Bookworm
>>>>>[An archivist?!  Well, bloody hell, that's exactly what I need.
Any information you can send is appreciated, Mr. Blumfeld.  I know
it's going to be hard to get what I asked for but do what you
can.]<<<<<
        --  Backlash <15:45:12/11-23-55>

***** Private: Gnork
>>>>>[Thanks for the help, Gnork.  And you're more than welcome to
check up me.  My rep's clean so I don't have anything to worry about.
Get back ASAP.]<<<<<
        --  Backlash <15:47:34/11-23-55>

>>>>>[Sorry, Aardvark, I can't help you out with the tree counting.
I'm not sure I could handle the sheer fun that you are having.
Seriously, though, I'm up to my ears in data crunching and
networking and I can't spare the time.]<<<<<
        --  Backlash <15:50:23/11-23-55>

*****Private: Basilisk
>>>>>[ Your credentials are satisfactory, and, well, you have the job,
you're payroll is Y50,000, I hope this is sufficient. The target is a
newly contructed building in Redmond owned by Star Financial, it appears
to be standard corporate offices, however security is high, too high for
it to be what it seems. As I mentioned you will be working with some
third tier runners, they are known as 'Scarlet Fire', pair of muscle
boys, mage, electronic wiz/rigger and a decker, their decker insists on
running matrix overwatch, skill unknown, but dont expect him to be able to
improvise. All of them have small amounts of off the rack cyberware.

You are the boss on this run, and I made sure they knew that, they know
that you're there to get something, but don't know what, and I have
instructed them to generally loot to thier hearts content. As for the
timing of the run, that too is your call. The goal of the run is to
obtain files from the buildings computers on the following  subjects,
WITHOUT LEAVING A TRACE...

Personal notes/diary/calender of one Jorek Gillian, CEO of Star Financial
Financial transactions, to and from business accounts managed by Mr. Gillian.
Details of building security, particularly astral...
Floorplan, particularly details missing in the recon brief I will
download in a few moments
Lower priority is
Any heavily iced files tagged 'financial, research, or meetings'

It would probably be in your best interest to just forward the files to
me without looking through them. Oh, one last thing I almost forgot,
neither you, or any of the team are to kill _anyone_ during the run, this
is a direct instruction from the person who hired me, the team has been
told this, and are properly equiped. They didn't like it, but the deal
is, anyone dies nobody gets paid (including me), got it.

Lastly, if, by any chance Mr. Gillian reacts to your penetration, it
would be wise to pull out immeadiately, what little information I have on
this person points to the fact that he is a high level Tir Nan Og black
operative, and is VERY dangerous. ]<<<<<
        --  Fenris <23:52:03/11-23-55>

*****PRIVATE: Fenris
>>>>>[Thanks for the job, Fenris.  I would like to talking with the team
Saturday or Sunday night.  Then we can do the job Tuesday or Wednesday
night.  It should being no problem to disguise the data steal.  What does
the Icon of Herr Gillian look like?  I didn't get the recon brief yet,
did you send it?]<<<<<
        -- Basilisk <15:57:48 GMT/24.Nov.55>

>>>>>[ I was informed that I should post yesterday's events to you all,
considering so many of you were threatening me over harming the vampire called
Action Jackson.  For the life of me, I do not understand that people could
embrace something that lives on the killing of metahumanity.  That would be the
equivalent of making love to HAMMER.  Yet you all cried out threats as to what
will happen to me if I kill this vampire above the others.

Your threats.  I consider a vampire a bigger threat than all you combined.
Only a vampire can truly outlive (meta)humanity.  Only a vampire kills to
sustain itself.  I refuse to draw distinctions between Action Jackson and other
vampires.  I have met enough to know better than to do that.  But, I digress.
Your threats amuse me.  I was threatened by everyone who rescued Blitzkrieg for
what I had done.  For my role within that mess.  I was threatened for my
cruelity in killing Gutterrat and Steelwings.  I was threatened by my
government by way of HAMMER and Erik Schmidt framing me for treason.  Yet I
have outlasted all of those.

Maybe it is a sign of professionalism that even though I'm terribly different
from Doomsday and Shadowfox, that I could work with them on a project.  The
only reason the project failed was because of HAMMER and his meddling MET2000.
Yet I took the blame and heat from Shadowfox because of it.  And maybe it was
justly so.  For HAMMER knows I represent the biggest threat to him.  He doesn't
even fear Action Jackson as much.

Action Jackson  . . .  his status... well wait and see.  Maybe I should give
a warning this time.  No, that wouldn't be fair of me.

+++++ Start video

You startled to find yourself looking at a reflection of Nightmare.  He's
calmly putting on a black tie.  Looking at him, you can see his pride in his
eyes.  He is clean shaven and wearing a black suit.  If you didn't know better,
you would guess that he is preparing for a funeral.  You watch quietly as he
proceeds to pick up a briefcase.  He takes one last look at the mirror before
walking out.
---
The scene shifts to that of an large ork.  He is dressed for battle.  He walks
down a corridor, and stops at the end.  Quickly he types a few commands into
the keypad.  After about three minutes of watching him slowly twirl a wooden
stake, you hear a distinctive *click*.  He grimaces and switches the stake to
his left hand.  Slowly he opens the door.  You notice it is a very massive
door.

The light from the room floods into the corridor.  Suddenly, lights all over
the place glare on.  There is absolutely no darkness at all in the corridor.
The ork shudders and walks in.
---
Calmly Nightmare walks down a corridor.  Pausing to look in a room, he says,
"You may watch WHAT, but I will give you the same warning I have given everyone
else.  DO NOT INTERFERE."  Without waiting for response, he continues down the
hallway and enters a room.  You recognize the room from the last time.  It's
the same room that Nightmare interrogated HAMMER.  This time though, the
lighting is straight out of some trid.  The is a cone of light focused on a
chair, and another on the desk that Nightmare makes himself comfortable at.
---
You hear a defiant snarl from within the room.  The ork fearfully walks into
the room.  Inside the room, is Action Jackson.  He looks better than he did the
last time you saw him, but still not good.  You can see evidence of the
black-grid like scarring his body, and doesn't look like he is healing at the
speed he should.  It makes you shudder to think that Nightmare may have found a
way to stop regeneration.  But then again, that should be impossible.  Maybe he
is just cruel enough to keep on inflicting damage to him.

AJ is lying on a table.  A thick blanket covers his lower half of his body.  He
is evidently restrained on the table by thick metal cables.  AJ is struggling
to focus on the ork, but you can see the evidence of heavy drugs taking their
effect.

AJ: Rebar, when I get free ... I'll ... I'll ...

The ork, Rebar, walks up and punches him in the side of the head, which shuts
up Action Jackson.  Muttering curses to himself, Rebar wheels the vampire down
the hallway.  Opening doors, he floods the room that Nightmare is in with
flourescent light.  Grimly, he pulls the table to the chair.

Rebar: Leave on the table, or not?
Nightmare: Put him in the chair.

Nightmare walks up and takes the stake that Rebar is holding.  He looks on as
Rebar undoes the cables.  At one point the blanket falls off, and you can once
again see the misshapen knees of Action Jackson.  Fairly quickly, Rebar secures
AJ to the chair, and again puts cables around him.  Rebar proceeds to make sure
that he has a clear strike to the heart with a stake.  He then pushes the table
out, and starts to shut the door.

At the last second before the door shuts, a short elf, (you guess it's WHAT)
enters, and stands to the side.  WHAT looks very determined.  Rebar shuts the
door and both he and WHAT disappear in the darkness.

You see a little static in the screen, that soon smoothes itself out.  Action
Jackson groans.

Nightmare: Action Jackson, can you hear me?
Action Jackson (He glares defiantly at Nightmare): Frag off!
Nightmare: I'll take that as a yes.

You note that Nightmare has absolutely no emotion in his voice, whereas,
Action Jackson is extremely angry at Nightmare.

Nightmare: Do you have anything _important_ to say before we start this?
Action Jackson: I won't tell you anything.
Nightmare: Good.  I actually prefer that.  For if you don't tell me anything, I
will just kill you once and for all.  And this time, there will be no
DragonEyes or Doc Grizzle to bring you back.  This time there will be no
attacking Germany for your organization's goal.
Action Jackson (eyes widen): You wouldn't.
Nightmare: I won't even bother to point fingers as to who was right and who was
wrong about your first visit here, bloodsucker.  Yes you are still in Germany.
I merely start with the second.  You attacked BIS, blew up a building in
Berlin, all for what?

Action Jackson just stares at him with anger.

Nightmare: Well . . . if you don't answer I'll just kill you now.  I don't
really care that much, because I doubt the truth or any lie you could come up
with will help you now.

You hear a growl in a throat of someone in the shadow.
Nightmare (adressing the sound): Be quiet or get out.

Action Jackson: I didn't tell them anything and they threatened me with death.
Nightmare: Correct, you didn't tell the policlub that HAMMER belongs to.  Which
matters little.  I will remind you that if HAMMER had been in a position to
speak for himself, he would have ordered your death immediately.  But HAMMER
isn't holding power here, and neither is the German government.  I am on behalf
of someone else, and he feels the same way I do about vampires.

Action Jackson continues to stare at him angrily.  Nightmare just sighs.
Nightmare: Alright, than I will take it at face value.  You attacked BIS to
kill HAMMER.  How amusing.  But you blew up a building full of innocents to
strike at him.
Action Jackson: Barely anyone was killed in it, and the ones who died were
hardly innocent.
Nightmare: Are you so sure?
Action Jackson: Yes.
Nightmare: Thank you for the proof that your organization was deadly.  Of
course it is dead now.  At least in Germany.  Erik Schmidt was angered to
greatly for it not to happen.  He doesn't take people threatening him to well.
Trust me, I know.  But anyway, you didn't tell HAMMER's policlub anything.
Probably a wise move.  I wonder if you are aware of how much they are HAMMER's
lapdogs.  He decided that Blitzkrieg was a threat.  In his first attempt to
gain control of Firewraith, Blitzkrieg lost his left arm.  HAMMER wasn't even
present at the time.  His policlub didn't give any quarter to them that time.
I have no doubt that WHAT remembers it all to well.

No noise is heard in the room.  Nightmare pauses for a while and then smiling
says, "So what of it?  You live to kill other people so you can survive.  Why
should I not save other people from the horrible night creature that you are?
Why should I spare you?  All my beliefs and upbringing are screaming to kill
you and be done with it.  Why?  And don't tell me about the fact that people
are going to try and kill me.  I don't care about the attempts.  I never have."

Action Jackson:  I only take blood from those who prey on society.
Nightmare:  YOU ARE A PREDATOR ON SOCIETY.  How fragging noble of you to kill
other predators.  So have you fragging killed Deathstroke yet, or how about
Doomsday?  Need more society predators.  Every fragging Shadowrunner is a
predator on society!  Try again AJ for I know you wouldn't kill Doomsday.
Action Jackson:  Would you?
Nightmare: I don't need to kill to live for another week.
Action Jackson:  If it came down to killing someone to survive for another day
would you?
Nightmare:  It would totally depend on my circumstances, but I never claimed to
have any special reason not to be killed, bloodsucker.  You do.
Action Jackson: And you are going to kill me for my problems?  HA!
Nightmare (glares):  At least I don't have to face every day the knowledge that
I have to take a life tonight in order to survive another night.  At least I
don't have to live with the fact that I am not human.  Your humanity died when
you became a vampire.
AJ: You claim to be so much better than me.  Yet, you didn't have to kill any
of the people you didn't want to.
Nightmare: Same with you.
AJ: You lie.
Nightmare (grins): Same as you.
AJ: Don't play word games with me.
Nightmare: Stop lieing then.
AJ: Frag off.
Nightmare:  Are you ready to die for the last time bloodsucker?
AJ (stares at him with cold anger burning in his eyes):  Are you?
Nightmare:  I've been ready to die for the past 10 years.  I had to.  But you
never were.  You didn't come to terms with the fact that you aren't human, and
your instance to keep with the world is driving you insane.  Think about it.
What is one week to someone who will most likely live for ever as long as some
human "donates" himself to feed you.  What is one year?  Don't you understand.
If you were in my shoes, and I was in yours, the most kindest gift I could give
you is death.  Living the false life that you know have, is a mockery to what
you once were.  Time is meaningless to you.  So is the small thing called the
lives of metahumanity.
AJ: I'm not going insane.  Wish I could say the same for you.
Nightmare:  Yes, I'm insane.  I would have to be to live the way I do.  I would
have to be to have done the things I have done for my country.  Yet, I know
that I live true.  You, a vampire, live false to your beliefs.  Do you have any
more reason that I shouldn't kill you on behalf of your terrorist activities
toward Germany and your the crime of your unlife?
AJ: I want a fair trial.
Nightmare: You gave that up when you became a vampire.
AJ: Put yourself in my shoes and tell me if you didn't have a choice about your
activites.
Nightmare: I don't want eternal life.  I want what I deserve from the hand of
my creator.  I don't want your fragging "gift of not dying!"
AJ: I didn't want it either.
Nightmare: Then I guess you can't really complain when I truly make it over for
you.
AJ: I'm not ready to die.
Nightmare: Neither were all the people that you have killed to feed yourself.
AJ:  How ---
Nightmare (standing up and shouts): SILENCE FOOL!

He reaches down and picks up something next to the desk.
Nightmare:  This is a stake.  I have plenty of other ones if this one fails to
work.

The light follows Nightmare as he approaches.  It gives you shivers to see the
outright panic in Action Jackson's eyes compared to the grim, determination
look in Nightmare's eyes.  Yet there is something more in Nightmare.  You sense
some tiredness, and also there seems to be some happiness at just getting it
over.

Nightmare snarls, "I'm glad to know, that the last thing you see is one of the
people I'm sure you would have tried to feed on.  For your crimes against state
and metahumanity the punishment is death to your unlife."

Nightmare reaches back and swings.  Faintly, you can hear a struggle.  Then you
hear a scream, "WAAAAAIIIIIITTTTTT!!!!"  Nightmare jerks his hand up, and slams
the spike into Action Jackson's treachea.  Nightmare leaves the spike in the
throat as he turns toward the shout.

Nightmare: WHAT!!! I TOLD YOU NOT TO INTERFERE!!!  HE HAD HIS CHANCE!!!
WHAT (walks into the light.... It is obvious that he hasn't had a lot of sleep
lately):  He isn't to die yet.
Nightmare: Are you willing to be responsible for all his killing of innocents?
WHAT: He doesn't kill innocents to live his unlife.
Nightmare: Fine if you believe that, but I don't.  Are you willing to be
responsible for all his "justified for sake of survival" killings?  Are you
willing to be, when _YOU_  (he jabs a finger at WHAT's chest) don't kill?
WHAT grimaces: In this case, I guess I have to be willing, for I have a reason
and that is --
Nightmare (cutting him off): I don't care who's told you to take the blunt for
saving him.  I know your reasons already.  For the past few days you have made
"your" position quite clear.  Yet this is the first and last time I will ask
this.  Are you, by your lonesome self, willing to answer for all the killing
Action Jackson has done, and will do to keep on suriving in his unlife?

WHAT shudders, and you can see tears forming.  He looks at the floor, and
answers faintly, "Yes."  Nightmare grabs him by the chin, and raises his head.

Nightmare: Repeat it so I can hear you.
WHAT (having no choice but to look him in the eyes): Yes.

Nightmare reaches over and pulls out the stake.  Violently he breaks it over
his knee.

Nightmare: Very well, take him and leave here at once.  I hope you two have a
safe journey.  And WHAT, I will follow up on the earlier request that you
brought to my attention.

Nightmare (to AJ):  This time I let you go bloodsucker.  If I ever find out
about you in Germany again for whatever the reason, I will not hesitate to kill
you.  I hope this is clear enough for even you.  Goodbye.

Nightmare turns and walks out.  You see a shape from the shadow follow him out.

+++++ end video.

Well there you have it.  It's over for now.  Yes Action Jackson, you could have
killed me.  Yes you still can.  In matter of fact, if the myths are right you
have plenty of time to do it in.  You can kill me in old age, and I would be
helpless to stop you.  So be it.

Shadowfox and DragonEyes, will one of you answer.... what news of
Doomsday? ]<<<<<
        -- Nightmare <12:00:25/11-25-55>

>>>>>[ Herr Nightmare, I have Doomsday in my charge.  He's doing well.  Thank
you for your assistance in the matter.  Soon we shall be leaving the safehouse
and returning to where we rightfully belong. ]<<<<<
        -- DragonEyes <12:03:09/11-25-55>

***** Private: Nightmare
>>>>>[ I want to tell you this.  I don't know If I could have made the decision
to let him live.  I had to struggle with the question once before, and that
time it wasn't easy.  May you gain some strength from your mercy with him.
]<<<<<
        -- DragonEyes <12:05:01/11-25-55>

>>>>>[ Herr Nightmare, you scum.  First you turn traitor to your country.  Then
you _DARE_ take me captive, and you follow that by letting a known
international terrorist go?  My how the mighty have fallen.  I expected more
from you. ]<<<<<
        -- HAMMER <12:06:20/11-25-55>

>>>>>[ I take it your back in Germany then.  I hope you had a nice trip.  Never
for a moment doubt at my ability to strike at you, HAMMER.  If I should die,
you can guarantee you will not outlive me by a week.  Always look behind you,
my good friend, for I will never give you warning before I strike at you.  I
hold all the cards now. ]<<<<<
        -- Nightmare <12:08:20/11-25-55>

>>>>>[Well, I haven't seen any posts from Buzz and his Motley Crew, since
they got their "passes" into the "Hazard Zone" in Chicago.  Too bad they fell
for my trap.  Right now, they are at the very least being held prisoner by
the UCAS military, so now they will no longer be a thorn in my side.  'Tis a
pity for I enjoyed their weak competition.  Hopefully, if they are not dead,
yet, they soon will be.]<<<<<
                         --Jacob Abrams (21:18:15 EST/ 25:11:55)

>>>>>[Mr. Nightmare, Is it I you are referring to?  I did not threaten you.
 All I did was warn you of the consequnces of your actions.  As a matter of
fact, I am swore to save ALL life even yours should you need the attention;
but I am only one person, who cannot save every person in this world from an
untimely death.  I can sure as hell try, though.  There are some, even here
in Tir Tairngire that I would like to see no longer on this world, but if
they were injured I would be required by my oath to society to save their
lives and/or limbs if possible.  I am glad you saw my view-point although you
were very near the edge of the precipice.  I thank you for your insight and
mercy for my colleague.]<<<<<
                   --Dr. Veggie Table (21:29:18 EST/11:25:55)

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