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>>>>>[If only you knew.  I am not not surveillance myself.  I am not that
stupid, nor do I have the time.  And I think you all can put your tempers
away because we do not intend Mr. Frypp any harm.  It is merely standard
operating procedure.  So I might suggest you back off a bit and let Mr.
Frypp handle things on his own.  We have extremely important business to
discuss, and neither of us need interference.]<<<<<
        --the Whistler<15:59:16/2-6-56>

*****PRIVATE:  Kor
>>>>>[WHERE THE FRAG HAVE YOU BEEN?!?!?!?!?!?  I had a couple of private
investigators looking for your sorry hoop, both in Seattle and Frisco.
Son of a bitch, don't disappear on a friend!

Your right, too many deaths.  The only thing I'm sorry about with Kovak
is that he left behind a young daughter.  He may have been a bastard, but
his daughter deserved a father.  I think the funeral is done and over
with.  Besides, I don't go to funerals.  Reminds me to much of things I
would rather forget.

In a few days, I'll be back in Seattle for a day or two before heading
out to Italy.  I acquired a share in the Old King's Head Pub, so if you'd
like to meet me there, they serve some wicked brews.

In any case, don't bail out on me again like that, all right?]<<<<<
        --the Whistler<16:06:00/2-6-56>

>>>>>[If someone would kindely send me the name (real) of Sgt. Kovak's
daughter, I would appreciate it.  She doesn't have a family anymore, and
that is the real crime.  I would like to set up a trust fund for the
young girl, so at least she won't have to worry about things like
college.]<<<<<
        --the Whistler<16:09:44/2-6-56>

>>>>>[What?  Mercy from the Whistler?]<<<<<
        --Nordik Wolf<16:13:43/2-6-56>

>>>>>[Frag off and die Wolf.]<<<<<
        --the Whistler<16:14:13/2-6-56>

***** PRIVATE: the Whistler
>>>>>[I had a little assistance with my disappearance.

I tried to do something fairly stupid and very permenent.  I had gotten
fed up with life, to be honest with you, and I needed an end to it all.
Luckily, for me, I had some friends out there that I didnt know about
and they came and dealt with the situation and get my head back on straight.

I managed to frag myself by never understanding the nature of what I
am and what I do.  Took a lot of talking to get me to even realize that
that was what I had been doing for so long.  Yeah, I was really hosed.

Thats in the past.  Live and learn  --  LIVE...and learn.

I dont think I have ever been to Italy.  Dont think I have ever wanted
to go there.  Sure, Ill come along.  Lord knows they dont need my help
at the Co.  Ok  --  Im on business right now but I think I can get that
fixed up be the end of the week or so.

I decided to whore myself out a little and took some outside contract
work doing magical security and security personell work.  Why dont you
give me a call at home >>>encrypted<<< and leave information on
where / how to get to this bar of yours.  Give me some time to get my plane
tickets and hotel reservations together.]<<<<<
        -- Kor <23:12:25 / 02-06-56>

>>>>>[OK. I'm willing to help out, despite the comment about my weight
(something about not being able to throw me very far). However, first I will
need to get some background info.  I mean what is going on with Tarkis' aura.
How can it still be missing with him moving around.  This is wierd.

I will contact some of my associates and find out what they can tell me and
then I will get back to you.

Here's to helping out Tarkis.]<<<<<
           -- Abdiel <20:00:05 / 2-6-56>

*****Private: Shal
>>>>>[DarkLord has probably still got part of Tarkis' essence. I have
a suggestion... you and either Chrome Devil or Abdiel can try and
safeguard Tarkis, and I and the other will build a runner team and go
after DarkLord. Respond soonest.]<<<<<
        --  Zarkon <20:57:22 / 02-06-56>

*****Private: Abdiel
>>>>>[That was a reference to an old idiom, about being able to trust
someone as far as you can throw them. Never mind. I think we have
something worked up here... if you or Chrome Devil can watch Tarkis
with Shal, the other can help me get runners and go after DarkLord.
I've asked Shal about this also, so we'll see who want to team up with
whom.]<<<<<
        --  Zarkon <20:59:48 / 02-06-56>

*****Private: Cranial Leech
>>>>>[Leech, report. Speak to me, man..]<<<<<
        --  Zarkon <21:01:30 / 02-06-56>

*****Private: OS^2
>>>>>[Thank you for the information.  I'll let you know if it was
useful.]<<<<<
     --Mr. Purple (09:34:08/2-6-56)

*****Private: OS^2
>>>>>[No, the individual working for The Clearing House, LTD, is not the
person I seek.  Thank you again for the information, however.  If you should
ever need the services of a professional expediter, please contact me.]<<<<<
     --Mr. Purple (18:46:20/2-6-56)

>>>>>[For those who are interested, the individual I seek is called either
"Jose" or "Vincent".  He has gone by the latter name most recently.]<<<<<
     --Mr. Purple (18:50:32/2-6-56)

*****Private: Mr. Purple
>>>>>[I've heard of a guy called Vincent doing some chip dealing with a
Seoulpa Ring called Blue Triangle.  If you're feeling brave, you might want
to check them out.]<<<<<
     --Op (19:54:04/2-6-56)

*****Private: Dharma
>>>>>[Thanks for the backup on the MCT run.  I know you've been paid
already, but the "extras" we found were pawned for a nice amount of nuyen.
 I figure you deserve at least a quarter of it.
+++++Transfer:10000 nuyen
Keep in touch!]<<<<<
     --Op (19:55:23/2-6-56)

*****Private: Op
>>>>>[Thank you, my good fellow, I WILL keep in touch.  And, if it's not too
unprofessional, might I ask: why did you want the vase, anyway?]<<<<<
     --Dharma (20:26:06/2-6-56)

*****Private: Dharma
>>>>>[Just between you and me, the search virus plant was a cover.  The
vase?  Hell if I know, I was just getting paid.  I think the fact that the
Johnson who hired us was the ex-wife of the guy we burgled (is that a word?
 it is now.)  Sounds like a bad divorce settlement.  And we get 40Ky to grab
a cheap vase with an emotional attachment.  Weird, I know, but some people
have too much money... which probably is what makes it so easy for me to
take it from them.  :)    ]<<<<<
     --Op (21:39:20/2-6-56)

>>>>>[ Abdiel, I know this is none of my bussiness, but it sounds like your
friend, Tarkis is it?   Has either given up one of his life sparks or had them
stolen from him, I'll look it up.  But from what i've read, it says that you
can trapped some ones life-spark, and this would cause a change in the aura, if
all of them are trapped it makes the aura dim enough to avoid astral
perception.  It gets really deep in here. I'll just leave it at this, who ever
did this to your friend, I wouldn't like to meet in a dark alley. cuz, hes one
bad Fragger.  I don't know if that Will help you any but like i said I'll look
it up some more.]<<<<<

        -- GoD < 21:56 / 02-06-56 >

>>>>>[ My brother had a daughter?  Kovak had a daughter? I am a Uncle?
Who killed Kovak!!!! Someone tell me. NOW!]<<<<<
        -- Tarkis <Mental/Case>

*****Private: Zarkon
>>>>>[ Ok sounds good]<<<<<
        -- Shal <20:15:00/1-6-56>

*****NOT TO: Tarkis
>>>>>[ I don;t know, can someone hel pme catch tarkis, he is on the
lose.  And well ast I checked, Kovak's killer is dead.  Can;t let him
know this though.  Next you know he'll wanna see Kovak's daughter. BOY OH
BOY!]<<<<<
        -- Shal <20:20:00/1-6-56>

>>>>>[ Mr. Purple, define 'expediter'.  Fixer, or problem solver in the more...
physical sense?  If the latter, we may have a mission for you... ]<<<<<
        -- OS^2 (23:25:11/2-6-56)

*****Private: Zarkon
>>>>>No problem.  I'll get there as soon as I can and we will take care of
Tarkis, nothing'll get by us.<<<<<
           --Abdiel <10:15:45 / 2-7-56>

*****Private: GoD
>>>>>Thanks, that would explain a lot.  I'll pass it on to the others, if you
find anything new let me know.<<<<<
          --Abdiel <10:20:36 / 2-7-56>

>>>>>[ Well people, it appears that HAMMER continues to face more
misfortune.  He recently was dismissed from Director of
Operations of BIS (which no doubt was related to his being
kidnaped for a trade to free Doomsday), and now he got this
little reward for his past.

Early last night, two slots, a troll and an overweight human
hippie from the looks of things, were in a car (nothing new, I
know).  The driver, the hippie, was typical of Berlin's drivers -
deplorable.  Anyway, HAMMER was going to a local policlub meeting
(not that it is too big of a secret where his political thoughts
lie) and he got broadsided by the driver.  While this in itself
would not be unique, the fact that the driver managed to catch
HAMMER between the side of his fast-moving car and a building
(the drekking fool was driving on the sidewalk no less!).  The
troll reached out from the back, smashed his hand into the wall,
barely missing HAMMER.  But he did succeed in losing the long
two-handed sword that he was carrying.  It went bouncing off the
building and back over the tail end of the car.

But wait, it gets better.  The troll apparently panics and opens
the door and lunges across the trunk and actually succeeds in
catching the sword!  Of course nothing was holding him to the
car, so he went flying.  The hippie realizing that he lost his
passenger slams on the brakes.  The troll meanwhile rolls, and
manages to get up and start running toward the stopping car.  At
about this juncture, the local residents decide to enter the fun
and start shooting at the troll (but not the car).  The troll
dives through the back window of the car, and as soon as the
troll was barely in it speeds off!

All in all I would have to say it was a pretty good show.  HAMMER
to say the least isn't going anywhere for a while.  (But he will
live, for his policlub drekheads were able to get him medical
attention.  I will wager well over a cool mil (if I had it), that
he will be sporting at least a new set of legs.)  As to the troll
and the hippie, they got away.  By the time the authorities
responded there were no traces of "criminals."  Of course if you
ask most people, HAMMER got what only part of what he deserved.
]<<<<<
     -- Ratspeak <13:09:22/2-7-56>

>>>>>[ You left out a little juicy tidbit.  The troll was
Doomsday.  And knowing Doomsday, he wouldn't have done it if
Nightmare wasn't somewhere near.  Which leads me to this: I'll
give Nightmare the benefit of the doubt and assume he wasn't the
hippie.  Yet I can thank him heartily.

You might ask why, for he is a traitor to his country.  Well the
simple fact is this: the two former Directors of Operations were
Nightmare and HAMMER who both blatantly had their own little
agendas as they have wonderfully proved.  If it wasn't for this
car incident, HAMMER might have been reinstalled to his former
job.  But now he won't be.  And _I_ will finally get to choose
someone who will do a good job. ]<<<<<
     -- Erik Schmidt <13:10:55/2-7-56>

>>>>>[ Erik leaves out the fact that if he hadn't used HAMMER to
trump up the treason charges, it would be Nightmare running the
whole show.  Conveniently, Blitzkrieg gets captured which in turn
leads up to the whole mess in Germany.  In the middle of which,
Erik becomes Director of the whole BIS.  Finally they succeed in
convincing everyone that Nightmare is a traitor and arrest him.
This forced Erik to give HAMMER the now empty position, even
though HAMMER was far from Erik's ideal choice since it is well
known that HAMMER wants Erik's job.  What a dirty little twisted
path we tread, eh? ]<<<<<
     -- Scourge <13:12:34/2-7-56>

>>>>>[ You are a dead decker, Scourge. ]<<<<<
     -- Erik Schmidt<13:12:44/2-7-56>

>>>>>[ That is what Universal Brotherhood said too.  I have a
little message to pass on to you from a certain someone:

"My father made me too well.  Rest peacefully to the ticking of
the bomb.  Rest peacefully knowing I remain at large.  Rest
peacefully knowing that too many people to silence know too much
about you.  I am everywhere you look.  I am everywhere you don't
look.  Watch every step because if it is the wrong one I will
strike.  I am your worst Nightmare.  I'm a mirror of you, but I
am superior.  I made you.  I can destroy you.  The time draws
near.  I don't fear the assassins that you send.  I don't fear
the fact that you hound my every move.  I live in the shadows
that are everywhere.  And from any of them, I may strike in an
every changing manner.  You and HAMMER made me the fall guy but
it is you who made the true mistake.  I'm more loyal to Germany
than either of you two have been.  You use your power for selfish
purposes, not for the better of Germany.  You only struck at
Maxim out of fear for yourself.  You didn't strike to protect
German interests.

"When will I strike the final blow on you two power-hungry and
blinded fools?  Whenever I choose.  For I am in complete control.
As the sender of this message is fond of saying, 'Don't worry,
JUSTICE WILL BE SERVED!'"

I will assume, Director of BIS, that you are smart enough to
realize who sent that.  I will also remind you of a small little
thing, many people, who will read this, sit on the very key that
can bring you down.  He isn't bluffing at all when he says he has
the key to end it once and for all.

I can see the fear.  Yes indeed, justice will be served this
time.  And unfortunately for you, it will be served cold. ]<<<<<
     -- Scourge <13:13:08/2-7-56>

***** Private: Scourge
>>>>>[ Knowing Erik, you just earned a shadowrun against you.
You are far too right in your assessment.  Watch your back, my
American friend.  And when you can pass this >>encrypted<< on to
Nightmare and Doomsday for their efforts here.  The god damned
fool will destroy the integrity of BIS if he doesn't watch his
step. ]<<<<<
     -- Ratspeak <13:15:00/2-7-56>

>>>>>[ According to my calculations, this took place about 10 hours after the
hit on Hammer.  Draw your own conclusions.  I decided that now was a good a
time as any to show it to you all here.

+++++ trideo download

You see a black van pull up to the curb.  It's pretty
undescribable save for the fact that it is missing plates.  It
takes you a second to figure out where this is being taken.  You
figure it is extremely late night in a rainy sprawl.  Probably
Seattle, but then again you can never be sure.  A troll, Doomsday
gets out.  You see him reach in the back and pull something out.
It looks like it is a piece of white cloth.  He quietly rips off
two strips and hands one to a person who is still inside the van.
Quickly he ties a piece around his right arm.  He then pauses and
looks around again.

Doomsday: "God I'm tired.  What a long day.  I dink da gangers
will be gone fer a little while.  I hope da decoy is good enough
not to get herself geeked."

A man's tired voice softly responds, "She knew the risk, and said
that she had ways to get out of a mess.  Besides, she took our
payment easily enough.  I'm all set.  Let's hope everything goes
smooth."

Doomsday grunts and walks into a building.  It takes you a second
to recognize it.  It is Polish's.  If that is the case, by the
timing of this Doomsday must have just gotten into town really
recently.  After a few minutes, Nightmare gets out of the van.
He has his sword at his waist.  Strapped on his back is a large
two-handed sword.  Tied on his right forearm is a white strip of
cloth.  You can tell he is extremely tired and oddly for him,
nervous.  He quickly walks out of the rain into the building.

The camera follows as he walks in.  The people who were mostly
talking to Doomsday at one table, all stare coldly at Nightmare
as he enters and stop talking.  Doomsday points at a far room.
Nightmare walks across to the door and enters.  Much to your
dismay the camera doesn't spend any time on the faces so you
cannot figure out who is in the bar.  Nightmare knocks on the
door, but it is hard to tell if he waits for an answer before
entering.  He almost shuts the door cutting off the camera, but
remembers and lets the camera drone enter first.

Inside the dimly lit room is a beautiful redheaded elf.  She
looks stunning even if she is wearing completely black.
Nightmare stands just inside the doorway looking at her for a
long time.  Amazingly calm, he asks, "May I sit?"

The female emotionlessly responds, "You don't really deserve to."

Nightmare forces a smile and says, "I seem to hear that a lot.
Let me make this quick, because I don't want to ruin the
hospitality I have been given.  I want to extend my condolences
to you on your loss Cerise.  Yes it is extremely late, but so is
everything else I seem to do."  The elf, Cerise, starts to say
something but Nightmare raises a hand to forestall it.  He
continues by saying, "I know you have no love for me and all the
things I have had a hand in.  I don't blame you or ask for your
forgiveness.  As you may or may not know Blitzkrieg recently came
out of his coma.  Well, while I was sitting around, I had a lot
of time to think over my past interrogations of HAMMER -"

Cerise interrupts, "You surprised me, I didn't think you would
let him go."

Nightmare says, "I like to surprise people.  Actually, I much
prefer the thought of having Doomsday free from Interpol more
than I care about getting immediate revenge on HAMMER.  But
anyway, I thought about some bizarre things that he said which at
the time I chose to not focus on.  Slowly with the unknowing help
of DragonEyes and Scourge I was able to piece enough of what
actually happened to register that I should really ask HAMMER a
few more questions.  As it turned out, on my first surveillance
night watching him, I found him carrying and using this."

Nightmare elegantly swings the large bundle off his back and puts
it on a table.  Cerise quickly unwraps it and gasps.  Nightmare
says, "If I had just taken the time, I could have probably
brought it to you a lot sooner.  Unfortunately, I was a little
narrow in my field of inquiries during the interrogation."

Cerise just looks stunned at Nightmare.  She finally manages to
say, "Why?"

Nightmare sighs and pauses for a good moment.  He then softly
says, "Mark, my poor half-brother, was going to kill a friend of
his over where the sword was.  I figured if I got it back to you,
and tried to prove WHAT's innocence to you it might spare WHAT
some more pain.  Actually to be completely honest, WHAT's plight
meant little to me.  I wanted to ease some burdens that Mark is
carrying and I want to try and start working a positive
relationship out between me and him."

Cerise says softly, "After what happened in Germany last year, I
am amazed that you are even bothering."

Nightmare nods sadly and says, "I wish I could undo my past.  So
much pain would have been avoided and so many deaths.  Indirectly
I suppose that even -- even Powerhouse's death can be blamed on
me.  Yes it was IBA's helping out DragonEyes in dealing with the
Universal Brotherhood that caused the attack, but HAMMER planted
enough evidence that caused them to actively hunt DragonEyes in
the first place."

Nightmare says softly, "There is more.  HAMMER struck at the
sword because he knew that somewhere deep down I still cared for
Blitzkrieg.  He knew full well how unstable Blitzkrieg was
because of PH's death.  It was an easy prediction of how hard it
would hit Mark and in turn me.  HAMMER is a very vindictive
person.  I suppose that matter little right now seeing as he is
getting new legs and such."

Nightmare paces a little bit and then says, "So basically, I got
the sword back because I want Blitzkrieg to at least stop hating
WHAT.  It may not ease my cause any in trying to find a way to
build a bridge over our family's bloody past, but I thought it
was worth a try.  One small thing, don't take this as I did it
merely for Blitzkrieg's sake.  While my relationship with him is
weighing on me greatly, I do sympathize with the pain that
HAMMER's stealing of the sword caused you.  But -- But I barely
know you, and despite my getting this back to you, I doubt that
we will ever truly be friends."  He pauses for a second and pulls
something out of his pocket.

He backs to the door, opens it and says, "Here is what little is
left from the last true job I did that I was hired to do.  Donate
to a worthy cause in Powerhouse's name.  I'm sorry that I didn't
do anything sooner to help you out in the search for this.  Good
night."

Quickly he puts a credstick on the table.  Immediately, he walks
out of the room - studiously looking down the whole way.  It is
doubtful that he heard the tearful whisper that was uttered by
the stunned Cerise.  That whisper was "Thank you." ]<<<<<
     -- Scourge <13:20:15/2-7-56>

>>>>>[ Well you can thank Scourge for getting to release this to you all.  I am
still very hesitant about showing this to you all, but ... Scourge won the bet.

+++++ Display trideo download.

You see a somewhat familiar hospital room.  In the bed is a still
comatose human body of Mark (aka Blitzkrieg).  Next to the bed is
a man who is sitting on a chair.  Judging the man's position on
the chair, it is either a very uncomfortable chair or he has been
sitting in it for a long time.  He, Nightmare, has short blond
hair that looks like it hasn't been combed in days.  He is also
starting to grow a beard.  Sitting on the floor to his right is a
large troll, who unlike Nightmare looks decently rested.  In
between the two is a small table with an ornate chess set on it.
Apparently the troll is playing white.

As the troll, who is most likely Doomsday, considers his move,
Nightmare gets up and sits on the bed.  He seems to be muttering
something that you cannot quite catch.  One thing for sure he is
paying far more attention to Blitzkrieg than he is the chess
game.  An older elven Indian walks into the room.  The Indian
looks at Blitzkrieg and sighs.

DragonEyes: "When was the last time either of you checked the
node for interesting news?"

Nightmare (offhandedly):  "Before I came here."  (Doomsday nods
as he continues to search for a move.)

DragonEyes: "Well then I have good news -- what are you thinking
Nightmare?"

Nightmare: "I wonder . . ."

DragonEyes: "Don't!"

Unfortunately, DragonEyes' cry goes out in vain, as Nightmare's
left-hand starts to glow red.  Time seems to slow as his hand
approaches Blitzkrieg's chest.  When his hand connects with
Blitzkrieg's chest, the lights seem to flare.  You hear a roar of
anguish come from Nightmare and . . . and one of sheer pain come from
Blitzkrieg.  Nightmare falls off the bed clutching his left hand
to his mid-section.  DragonEyes ignores him and rushes to check
Blitzkrieg.

There is also some commotion at the door.  Then you hear a
feminine voice say, "WHAT and Fenris move aside, please!  You two
are too strong for me to move normally, and now I'm weaker than
usual.  What happened?"

DragonEyes responds, "I wonder.  Nightmare just tried something
and while it didn't quite work, its intriguing.  Hhhhmmmmm."

You can see smoke rising from where Nightmare is huddled over his
hand.  Through clenched teeth he says, "Frag!  Well -- what -- is
-- your -- good -- news, DragonEyes?"

Doomsday calmly says, "Is dere any change in Mark?"

DragonEyes responds, "No.  Well maybe not.  I don't know.  I'll
need some time.  And then I'll look at your hand, Nightmare.
What you did was very foolish.  You could have killed him."

Nightmare shudders for a little bit.  He then clears his throat
and looks at DragonEyes.  You can see fresh tears on his face.
He then says, "I really hate casting healing magic on myself.
Yes DragonEyes, I could have.  But somehow I knew I wouldn't.
Well, what is the good news, or should I say, is their any good
news left in this damn world?"

DragonEyes looks blank for a second, nods, and then says, "Oh
yes, the news.  Maze announced that on the eighteenth, Doom had
miraculously reawakened!"

Nightmare looks stunned.  For a few moments he tries to speak,
but all he can do is smile.  He shakes his head and says, "That's
great!  I'll have to send a note off to Maze."  He then pauses
and says, "What a second, the eighteenth?"  DragonEyes merely
nods.  Nightmare sighs and says, "What is today?"

Doomsday responds, "Da twenty-fourth."

Nightmare curses softly and then sighs.  He says, "I really have
lost track of time."

You watch silently as DragonEyes does a thorough checking of
Blitzkrieg.  Smiling he says, "I think we may have a way to bring
back Blitzkrieg!"

Nightmare smiles hopefully.  Doomsday says, "Dat's great man!
How?"

DragonEyes blushes, "Well, through Nightmare, I'll explain the
details to him in a bit.  Hmmm.  Two things to cover beforehand
though.  First everybody else should go into the other wing in
case something goes drastically wrong.  Fenris, stay close enough
so as to pull us out if things go wrong.  Second, I don't know
how Mark is going to react to well WHAT or Nightmare for that
matter."

WHAT cries, "WHAT!?!  What do you mean you don't know how he will
react!?  We're bloody friends.  How would you react if you saw a
friend?  Happy I think!"

DragonEyes looks extremely uncomfortable.  Fenris clears his
throat and stares at DragonEyes until he nods.  Fenris quietly
says, "Look WHAT, the only thing saving you from a beating right
now is the fact that DragonEyes demanded no violence here.  The
night you left Seattle last, Powerhouse's sword was stolen.
Frankly all the evidence points at you.  Blitzkrieg went
ballistic when he heard about it.  He's wants that sword back
badly -- bad enough to kill anyone in pursuit of it."

WHAT looks extremely shocked, "Someone stole PH's sword?!  No
tell me it's just a trick."

Doomsday says softly in his deep voice, "Sorry WHAT dis isn't any
trick.  All da evidence points ta ya as da culprit.  So while we
are discussin' it, where is da sword?"

WHAT looks around wildly and says, "I can't believe you!  You are
accusing me of stealing his sword!  PH was my friend!  Why the
frag would I steal that?"

Fenris looks directly at WHAT and says, "I don't know why WHAT,
but I would like to know."

DragonEyes raises his hand, "Let's do this the simple way."  He
pauses for a few seconds and then continues, "I really want to
believe you WHAT.  I think we all do, so I will assume you are
telling me the truth.  On the night you left Seattle, you had
arranged transportation for an item, yes or no?"

WHAT replies (bordering on hysterics), "Yes!"

DragonEyes sighs, "Okay.  Where did you go?  I know it wasn't
Pittsburgh."

WHAT replies softly, "I went to Germany."

Fenris snarls, "Let me guess you gave the sword to Nightmare
right?"

WHAT looks shocked, "No!  I visited Nightmare to talk to him
about something else."  He looks imploringly at Nightmare who
just simply nods.  "Listen, I didn't take the sword, but I would
love to know who did."

Nightmare says quietly, "And who framed you so well no doubt.
Yes WHAT came to talk to me, but I cannot vouch for all his time
in Germany.  And no Fenris, while I do not doubt you would love
to pin this all on me, I have to admit I do not have the sword."

Fenris snarls, "Well then where the hell is it?"

WHAT looks suspiciously at Nightmare.  Nightmare just smiles.
After a little while he says, "WHAT, you left on the night that
the sword was stolen.  You shipped yourself and some item to
Germany to come talk to me.  You played up the conversation
enough to make it look like you were ready to deal with HAMMER if
you two met.  Is not all of this true?"

WHAT looks sullen for a while.  He finally says, "I can't believe
you all are doing this.  Well, I believe it of Nightmare but I
don't believe it of the rest of you.  Yes, I said I was ready to
deal with HAMMER.  The item I brought to Germany was a nasty
surprise for him in case he tried to arrest me.  I will say this,
It wasn't the sword.  Last I knew it was still in Seattle."

Nightmare dryly chuckles, "Maybe or maybe not.  Hypothesis who in
the world besides us in the room, would be nasty enough to steal
a sword."

Fenris snarls, "I don't see how that relates to WHAT's guilty or
innocence!  I want to believe you WHAT, but . . ."

Nightmare sighs, "Assume for a moment that you did a case study
based on how people would react if a certain object was stolen.
You base a  hypothetical conclusion from past experiments is that
a bunch of people would be hurt by this action.  And furthermore,
that some of those people would be devastated enough to do
anything to get that item back, including striking at innocent
people like some of their friends."  He shakes his head and
continues, "As much as I don't like to say it, Blitzkrieg fitted
that category and WHAT brought it to my attention.  Anyway, the
object was stolen.  The question is who hates people enough to do
that?"

Fenris growls, "You would."

Nightmare calmly responds, "I only would do that if they were my
opponents or true enemies.  I don't consider you guys enemies.
You all qualified as past opponents.  Try again."

Fenris says, "Well how do you know so much about this?"

Nightmare focuses on Fenris, "Fenris, I was an intelligence
operative.  Be reasonable, playing detective sometimes fit into
my job description.  But, right now I rather try and bring
Blitzkrieg back to our world then discuss possible crime
scenarios." ]<<<<<
     -- DragonEyes <13:30:00/2-7-56>

>>>>>[ +++++ Display trideo download.

Some time must have passed since the last trideo clip sequence you
saw from DragonEyes.  You are currently looking at a pretty barren
room.  The only inhabitant, an ork, Fenris, is watching two men
walking down a corridor.  He doesn't look tohappy with his status
of standing there watching.  The two men are DragonEyes and Nightmare.

DragonEyes is dressed in an ornate Indian ceremonial dress and is
carrying a set of drums.  The drums look like possibly one of the
oldest sets still in the Front Range Free Zone.  You cannot see
his eyes, but by his walk it is obvious that he is nervous.
Nightmare on the other hand is wearing slacks and a sword, in its
sheath, at his waist.  His left hand is wrapped up in bandages.
On his right arm he has what looks like a tattoo of a serial
code.  If your hunch is correct, it's the type used at certain
prisons.  Unfortunately, you cannot get a good enough camera shot
at it to run a trace on it.  If Nightmare is nervous, it is
impossible to tell.

They walk into a room toward the end of the hallway at the same
time.  The camera angle shifts to Fenris.  After a few moments,
you hear drumming start.  At first you cannot pick up the rhythm.  It
seems completely foreign to you.  Yet the longer it continues -
the more you can feel it - even through this trideo connection.
Its power and melody singing out to you in a disturbingly
haunting way.  It almost seems to be coxing you to rise to some
sort of pinnacle.  Softly you can hear some words being said, but
the drumming intricate rhythms turn them into a wonderful song.
You could almost sit and listen to it for days, yet it calls out
for some sort of action.  Something in the back of your mind
tells you that there is more behind it than this, but you cannot
fathom what that is.

Quickly you loose track of time.  Seconds, minutes, even hours
may have passed for all you can tell or care.  Then all hell
breaks out.  The abruptness of it, catches you more unaware by
the sudden stopping of the sweet music.  Your mind is consumed by
the camera surging off as it apparently is consumed by a power
surge.  You are deafened by a series of severe explosions.  And
then there is silence (of course that may be the fact that your
ears are still ringing).

---

Doomsday is crouching low behind a couch.  He quickly gets up and
grabs an assault rifle off the wall.  He looks at a short elf and
says, "Please come with me.  Fer yar own safety Rebecca, I
suggest ya stay behind."  Without waiting to see if they are
listening, he bolts down a corridor.

Rebecca shouts (a little in hysterics), "But!"

Doomsday snarls, "You are still weak.  If dis is outside
intervention, we will probably need ya ta call help fer us.  Dat
is assumin' dat dis is an attack."

He quickly moves out of camera view.  What pauses, and runs after
him.

---

There is silence for a while, and then you can faintly hear what
must be a shouting voice, "DAMN YOU!  YOU DESERVE DEATH!  WHERE
IS IT!?"

---

For a while you don't see anything.  Then Fenris, in tattered
clothes, comes into view carrying DragonEyes and his drums.
DragonEyes looks exhausted, but is conscious.  Next comes around
What supporting Nightmare.  Nightmare is clutching onto his sword
as if an enemy would come attack him at any moment.  Yet you can
plainly see tears on his face.  Lastly, Doomsday comes into view.
He is carry Blitzkrieg, who is loosely covered in a sheet, in his
arms.  But Blitzkrieg is awake!

Rebecca limps up and hugs Blitzkrieg.  As she moves toward him,
he breaks down and starts crying.  Doomsday slowly moves the two
of them to a couch and puts him down.  Fenris watches smiling and
then helps DragonEyes into a chair.  Nightmare pushes off What
and limps up to Doomsday.  Doomsday bends over and Nightmare
whispers something to him.  Doomsday looks startled.

Doomsday says softly (so as to not let Rebecca or Blitzkrieg hear),
"Ya are fraggin' crazy.  Ya are about to collapse."

Nightmare says sadly, "It must be done.  He won't accept his own
friends or me if I don't.  And it might be the only way that he
will even talk to me peacefully.  I barely have this opportunity
to try and straighten things out.  I cannot pass this one up.
Besides, I will not run from my past any longer.  I need him, for
he is my only family.  Will you aid me?"

Doomsday says, "If we go dere and get noticed it is a death
sentence fer both of us."

Nightmare says coldly, "Dead is almost like living without loved
ones.  I've been there already.  Anyway, 'One more time to make
him fear.  One more time to show why people don't sleep at ease.
One more time to hear him scream.  One more time to make him
learn the truth.'  I cannot change my horrible past.  But I might
be able to make it up to Charles."

Doomsday looks surprised and says, "Who?"

Nightmare sighs and smiles weakly.  "My mistake.  Mark."

Doomsday nods and says, "Ya are more desperate dan I have ever
known ya ta be.  Very well.  I'll go.  On one condition, we find
a way to make HAMMER pay fer my latest stay at Interpol prison."

Nightmare smiles so coldly it makes you want to check to make
sure you have exists out of the room you are in.  "I warned
HAMMER to watch his back.  I warned him that I may strike at any
time.  Hmm."  He pauses and then proceeds to smile.  This time
though, all the coldness is gone.  There is absolutely no emotion
in his face at all as he says, "Depending on our timing, we might even
repay him for debts owed by various people.  Fenris, I will need
to talk to you for a little bit."

Fenris nods, as DragonEyes quietly says, "You are crazy
Nightmare.  How will going after HAMMER help Shadowfox?"

Nightmare says, "While we are there looking in the mirror, I will
trust Fenris to organize a trip to Japan.  Either Doomsday and I
will meet you in Japan or we won't."  He drops his voice and
further and says, "Either way time for Shadowfox grows short.  He
has always had far too many enemies.  I don't know what he got
himself into, but if HAMMER had his hand in it at all it probably
won't be pleasant."

Doomsday nods and adds, "Remember what he managed ta pull off in
Africa.  Dat man is one pain dat shall be dealt with.  Once and
fer all."

Nightmare says viciously, "He will only stop being a pain if he
dies.  On the other hand, if he sees me striking again, it will
put true fear into him.  If my sources are correct he was removed
from BIS operations because he was a 'security risk.'  It was
most likely caused by a certain ransoming that caused this
'unfortunate' turn of events.  Whatever the case, he isn't my
deepest concern there."  He gestures at Blitzkrieg.  "That is my
concern.  Watch after him, please."

Fenris says, "You sound if you are going to leave now, yet you
look like you are going to collapse.  Hardly the state to pull a
visit to one like HAMMER."

Nightmare focuses on Fenris and says, "Will you lead the effort
to get Shadowfox back?"  Fenris nods as Nightmare continues by
saying, "In that case, I will travel as far as I have to regain a
semblance of family.  Blitzkrieg is my only surviving family.
While Shadowfox means a lot to me, I have to try and gain Ch -- Mark's
trust if I'm to be able to help you in Japan."

Fenris says, "Then we will meet in the future, if you are true to
your word."

Nightmare looks over to Blitzkrieg and Rebecca.  She is holding
him close to her.  It appears that he is crying.  It is evident
that she was crying to, but the look of hatred directed toward
Nightmare is evident.  Nightmare sees it and blinks and looks at
the ground.  He turns and walks out.  You think you can hear him
say, "Why must it always be this way?" ]<<<<<
     -- DragonEyes <13:42:30/2-7-56>

***** Private: Scarface
>>>>>[ We are about ready to finish plans on trying to find Shadowfox.  You are
more then welcome to come back and help us in this pursuit.  Both Blitzkrieg
and Rebecca are adamant in going back to try and find him.  There is a
complication with Rebecca as well.  I cannot get her to listen to reason, but
maybe you can.  I hope to see you here soon. ]<<<<<
        -- DragonEyes <13:45:45/2-7-56>

***** Private: DragonEyes
>>>>>[ Okay.  I'll come home.  It's not like I was doing anything exciting
anyway.  I think though that in addition to everything else, you and I are
going to have a long heart to heart.  See you in a few hours. ]<<<<<
        -- Scarface <13:46:30/2-7-56>

***** Private: Kor
>>>>>[ Thank you for the offer.  I think I will take you up on it as soon as
the others leave on a search for Shadowfox.  It will be nice to take a week or
two and actually relax (of course that is assuming that something doesn't come
up that demands immediate attention). ]<<<<<
        -- DragonEyes <14:11:59/2-7-56>

>>>>>[Hoi chummers, Colice here.  I just thought that I should pass this on to
everyone interested.  STREETWOLF is STILL in TNO.  He refuses to leave Nex's
side at the hospital.  He spends the entire time in what looks to me like a
very uncomfortable wooden chair, that is way to small for him.  SW has been
sleeping in this same chair.  Time isn't even taken to comb his hair.  That is
gonna be a mess to fix.  He only eats when I bring food to him.  This all has
been very hard for him, Nex is the only family he has left(discounting myself).
So of course he is taking this very hard.  He worries so much about Nex.
Hopefully everything will be okay really soon.  I don't think he can take more
of this.]<<<<<
        --  Colice Brightstar<17:47:00/02-07-56>

>>>>>[You won't be able to prove I did it...Don't try.

Yeah, right  --  Kill the innocent people to save the hardware.  I do not
think so.  I think I broke my hand.]<<<<<
        -- Kor <23:05:22 / 02-07-56>

***** PRIVATE: Freddy Frypp
>>>>>[ Hurry up with that footage before people think I have gone off the
deep end again.  I didnt do it, you cant prove I did...sorry for the mess]<<<<<
        -- Kor <23:05:22 / 02-07-56>

>>>>>[What a frag-up.  I can't believe I went along with those clowns.

Anyway, by now the newies have probably already got this out, but
here's a first eye view of what happened on the Butterfly
this morning.  I had Majikthize along for eye-shots, so it'll get a
little confusing later on.

Take notes, there'll be a test on this later....

+++++ BEGIN TRID DOWNLOAD

The trid begins with a shot looking through the window of a security
vehicle.  Freddy sits in the passenger seat smearing lime-green
sunscreen on his face, looking into the vanity mirror.

Freddy: "I hate this crap.  Feels like avocado dip."

Off-camera, presumably Majikthize: "What's it taste like?"

Freddy flashed on unmistakable hand gesture to the camera.  "Hey,
your head better not be turned on."

The view shakes back and forth, the action deliberately exaggerated
to come across in the trid.  "No, boss.  I'd never do something like
that."

"Yeah, well, quit looking at me like that.  Yer weirdin' me out."

As Freddy climbs out of the passenger door, the view pans around the
small collection of vehicles.  Several LandRovers bearing FryppSec
colors and two unmarked 'Rovers are pulled into the lower level of a
parking garage with several heavily armed orks, trolls and humans,
in FryppSec livery with a few others, wearing more casual outfits.

"Christ, people, let's look professional.  You look like we just
knocked over some third-world hell hole."

One of the orks, a female in an exceptionally tight uniform turns to
Freddy, "This is Oakland, what's the difference?"

"Good point.  Allright," Freddy digs out a huge cigar from an
interior pocket, "Anybody got a light for el Jeffe, then?"

A high-pitched, off-camera whine is suddenly cut short by a massive
explosion.  As the ground shakes, the collection of people begin
running to the LandRovers and pile in.

"Hey, GoD, Griff, slip into the astral and take a look down the
street.  Sounds like the Marines are getting pounded."  Freddy jerks a
thumb towards the sound of the explosions.  Two of the men dressed in
FryppSec livery nod and hop into one of the 'Rovers where both of
their bodies go limp as their eyes close.

"Jac, Kabuki, get the tanks ready for action.  Red, where the hell
are you?  Get your people ready for close combat, it's here."

The Rovers start turning over and two of them proceed to pop wicked
looking turrets out of their roofs.

Somebody comes over the radio channel, which is spliced into the
trid, "Boss, looks and sounds like heavy mortars.  You want somebody
to hunt them down?"

Freddy reaches to activate his throat mike, "Yeah, yeah, Scip, they're
yours, knock 'em dead."

"On the waaaaay."

Freddy pulls open the rear hatch of one of the Rovers and pulls out
two shotguns and bandoliers of shells.  "Here, 'Thize," the angle
giggles as a shotguns flies towards the camera.

"Hey, Boss!"  An off-camera voice yells.

"What?!  Use the op-channel dammit!"  Freddy, and the camera, spins
to see who hollered.

The camera settles on a shimmering, just barely visible haze floating
in the garage.  The haze starts to take vaguely human features.

"Oh, GoD, wondered what the hell was takin' you so damned long.  Your
bodies over there, I hate talking to myself."  Freddy waves towards an
open space near one of the walls without looking.

"Uh, yeah, that's the problem."

"Aw, Christ, Scipio took 'em with him.  Frag-up number one.  Anyway,
what's happening?"

"The Marines are gettin' their asses thrashed.  Lot's of explosions
at the end of the bridge.  Lots of casualties.  Getting messy
and tough to work.  Painful just to be around.  Coupla spirits popped
up and are clearing traffic... mostly by dumping it in the bay.
Griffyn's doing what he can - somebody else's showed up.  Dunno
who, but he's standin' there invisible, tossin' some killer crap.  I
gotta get back."

A look of consternation crosses Freddy's face.  "Yeah, allright,
thanks.  Get outta here."  The haze fades out.

"Fox 1, this Fox 10, we're in sight of the mortars.  They're firing
from a roof.  We're deploying two shy of a full load.  I just found
out a couple are out to lunch."

"Right, drop the fraggers, '10.  Report in, by the numbers, vehicle
crews, check your bone-sets."  Each vehicle reports in that all
systems are up and everyone's bone induction receivers are up and
functioning.

Moments later the last of the mortar rounds drops into the Marine
positions.  Several heavily laden vans tear past the parking garage
at top speed.  The streets deserted soon after the first mortars fell.

"Mortars have ceased firing.  We'll try to pick up the crews anyway."

"Negative!  Let 'em go.  Bring back GoD and Griffyn.  They might need
their bodies."  Freddy hops into his Rover and waves one arm out the
window in a cavalry charge.

The two 'Rovers with turrets lead the way out of the garage, scanning
the buildings on both sides of the street.

This far from the bridge, the streets are deserted, but several
blocks down, the streets are filled with rubble and burning cars.
Survivors of the barrage stagger around the wrecks.  Judging by the
wreckage a lane through the wrecks looks to have been cleared by a
bulldozer.

A tongue of flame leaps from one of the building and a black streak
slams into the street near the lead 'Rover.  The second sprays the
front of the building with its minigun.

"Kubuki Man!  Talk to me!  You whole still?"

Another voice gets on the radio circuit, "Uh, no.  I mean yeah.  We
must be, 'cause I don't plan on talkin' to you first off in the next
life."

"Good to hear, wiseass."

"Our ECM must've melted the trackerhead and it missed.  Lots of blast
and shrapnel I imagine, gotta see if we can join up again.  We're
pullin' off, I gotta see what the armor didn't soak up."

"Right.  Make best time."  The lead 'Rover pulls into an alley as the
rest of the convoy charged on, with no more incidents.

When the convoy reached the foot of the bridge, parts of Imperial
Marines, commuters and their vehicles lie scattered and burning.  The
'Rovers advance onto the bridge, slowly.

As they edge into the flat, spaced down the whole length of the
bridge are the vans that passed by earlier.  Crews are unloading
explosives from them and bringing the charges to others who begin
attaching them to vital parts of the bridge.

"Right folks, you know the routine.  Every two hundred meters
somebody bails and starts clearing.  Anybody who resists gets
dropped, anybody who wants to give up gets drugged and cuffed."

Somewhere up ahead a heavy machine gun opens up, tracer arcing wildly
towards the convoy.  A fountain of water shoots from over the bridge
rail striking the gunner and pushing him over the other side.

The demo crews blow up one of their own vehicles to try to stall the
slowly advancing convoy.  "Allright, everybody left disembark.  We're
close to the middle, anything's gonna happen it'll happen here."
The three remaining LandRovers shut down.  The camera angle pans to
the back to see the other Rovers parked alongside the demo vans.
Several isolated firefights are going on at once.  Crews in FryppSec
uniforms swarm over the explosive charges to disarm them, tossing
some to the center of the bridge deck and some over the side,
seemingly indiscriminately.

The dozen or so fighters climb out of their vehicles and advance up
both sides of the bride deck.

As the camera rounds the last van, a long shot down the bridge zooms
onto a group advancing from the other side.  Flashes of gunfire,
explosions and combat magic light up the deck.  "Ha-ha!  Check
it out!  Those sorry sunzabitches are tangling with the spirits GoD
and Griff saw.  They're toast!  Majikthize, get a good, long shot of
'em.  I gotta frame this and send it Whistlin' outta tune."  The
angle draws back and behind the Whistler's Fuchi / I-Marine element,
burning vehicles litter the deck.  They don't appear to be drugging
and cuffing those that don't resist.

Near the center of the bridge, a lone troll stands.  Others run
around him, wiring detonators to explosives that look to be under
the bridge deck.

The troll swings a wicked looking machine gun towards the camera, one-
handedly even, with a long belt of ammunition slapping against his
legs.   "Freddy, you over there, you fraggin' pansy-assed dandelion
eater?"  the Troll asks.

Freddy flushes with anger.  "Who you callin' 'pansy-assed'?"

"Yeah, I thought I recognized that fairy walk," the troll bellows.

Freddy takes a breath toyell something back, but he get's pulled down.

"Uh, Freddy, I wouldn't provoke him," whispers another voice.
You might recognize Jacamus.  "If I hadta guess he's got a compromise
detonator set.  Probably a dead man's in his free hand."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah.  Where the hell's my combat mages?  Scip caught up
five minutes ago."

On cue, GoD pokes Freddy in the ribs.  "Save some trog-butt for us?"

"'Bout fraggin' time.  Wish Kor'd been able to catch up with us this
morning.  Can't blame him for wanting to see the hounds yesterday.
Crap."

Kor drops his invisibility spell.  "You're right, Frypp, security does
suck at the office.  I thought you might need some help.  Been
watchin' the kids, they handle themselves pretty well."

"How long you been waitin' 'round for me to ask that?"

"Long enough."

"What the hell's goin' on over there pointy-ear?!"  Shigekazu
emphasizes the question with a long burst from the machine gun.

"Uh, nothin', Shigekazu.  We're just tryin' to decide what to do about
you.  We gotta little problem.  We can't have you goin' off and
blowin' up bridges, it won't help.  The fraggin' Japs'll just make
our lives worse for it.  We gotta convince them to get lost, by
attacking them directly.  This town's lost.  Killing cits won't get
us anywhere."  The firing dies down behind the troll. The
Fuchi / Imperial Marine task force approaches slowly from behind
Shigekazu.

"Freddy, you're too fraggin' weak.  You've gotta hide behind your
queer uniforms and pretend to part of the resistance.  I'm gonna
enjoy watchin' yo' ass die."

"Hey, what's so queer about these uniforms?  One of my ex-'s designed
them.  They give the illusion of cleavage!"

Freddy turns back to his people and crouches down.  A couple of the
others drop down with him for a quick conference.  "Ideas?"

"Fry the bastard," GoD offers.  Heads nod in agreement.

Jacamus: "Snipe the bastard."  Heads nod in agreement.

"Yeah, but what about the trigger.  He drops it and whatever charge
is under the bridge goes off," Freddy counters.

Kor leans forward, "I'll get it."

"Sallright, grab it, then we snipe / fry him.  I'd like to get the
wires cut first, just to be sure.  Jac, can you get 'em?"

"Shi-i-i-t, boss, I can put a round through a fly at hundred meters
and you know it,"  Jacamus grins.

"Do it."

Kor's eyes close and he reaches out, then clenches a fist. Shigekazu's
head snaps down to look at his hand.  He panicks, trying to get
control of his hand as Jac's first shot severs his wires.  From
the Imperial Marines position a grenade gently arcs through the air,
to land at the troll's feet.  The explosion tosses him gracefully into
the air, before throwing him over the rail into the bay.

Faces in the FryppSec line drop in confusion, before a rage builds.

Several start forward, weapons raised, with Freddy just behind.  He
manages to tackle Jacamus.  "Hey, look at 'em!  We're lucky they
haven't lit us up yet.  Don't get on them, too.  Give me a sec.
Finda decent place to set up or better yet, bring up the tank and get
a bead on 'em."

Freddy advances towards the Fuchi and I-Marine troopers.  One
comes out to meet him.  "What in the hell you thinkin' Whistlin' out
your ass?!  We agreed to clear the bridge, first!"

"They'd know something was up Freddy.  You know we couldn't allow
that."

"Couldn't allow that!  You let 'em slaughter innocents.  There's a
coupla hundred cars at the bottom of the bay or smoking at the end of
the bridge because of you.  Yer no better than the asshole Shigekazu!"

"Freddy, you don't understand.  It was outta my control."

"Control my ass."  Freddy turns his back on the Whistler.  "Leave
the charges, collect the wounded, we're leaving.  They can have their
damn bridge."

+++++ END TRID DOWNLOAD

Anyway, we managed to get off the bridge and back to Oakland.  Well,
'cept for Kor.  He wanted to stick around and try to clean up, maybe
help plug up the wounded.  Can't blame him I guess.  I'd probably do
the same thing with a new lease on life...

A few cuts and bruises, the odd flesh wound.  Nothing really to worry
about.  Traffic was a bitch on the Bay Bridge getting back to the
office, though.  Suppose we'll have that for a while now.

Seems one of the I-Marine demo "experts" had a little boo-boo.  Blew
himself and a few others into atoms.  Coupla charges managed to go
off and chained some charges nobody had gotten to yet.  Snapped a few
suspension cables, blew a hole in the deck and mighta warped the main
reinforcing elements of the bridge.  Suckers.

Ah, well, we're still whole, mostly.]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (14:39:12 / 02-07-56)
           President
           Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

*****Private Freddy Frypp
>>>>>[ well that was fun, sorry that we got to the "party" alittle late,
SOMEONE shot a SAM at us and we had to put down in Oakland (what a drek-hole)
Some street-punks came afterus when we set down hell they thought that we were
a DocWagon team and they wanted some drugs.  well thats another story, Oh the
vid on the first raid is trashed on the gangers did more damage than I at first
thought oh well back to the bridge (we used a differnt recorder a Sony 9868-CR)
+++OPEN VID FILE:BRIDGE.COM+++
Open on the skyline of San Fran
pull back to the cockpit of an F-B Comander in the pilot one asian dwarf who is
hooked up to the control(a name is superimposed: Rolling Thunder)
RT: come on guys suit up Fred might need some air suport
The camera pans over to the co-pilot seat in sits a Elf (Red Ronin)
RR:we are now over Oakland heads up everyone we are nearing target area.
Next the image cuts to an Amerindian (Strikes-Like-Lighting)
SLL: I have bridge on radar....and on drone #1 camera....o-oh we got movemnet
kids...the convoy on the right is Freddy's people...transfer images to gun
control
RT: got it...Vindcator readdy APDS locked and loaded
now we cut the back of the plane and see Loudo(a troll sitting on the floor)
Matchsticks (an ork hooking up repelling gear) and Death Jestor (a human
checking out a HMG and 2 rifles)
DJ: ok Loudo the gun is loaded and ready to go...Strikes ETA to the Bridge?
SLL: we be their in 7 min
RR:..Feet wet we are feet wet..
RT:OH SHIT WERE GETTING PINGED BY PASSIVED RADAR..Strikes jam them Red find the
sorce and drop it.....ID on radar it's a javeln mk6 SAM we are in it's range
SLL: Looking...taking drone control...nothing...
RT and SLL at the same time: We have a launch activte countermesures...
SLL no good they must have modified it.
all of a suden the whole image shakes.
RT: well fuck me....we lost engin #1 we have to put down...Match DJ look for a
landing area...oh fuck me with a chain saw this is not my day
Match: Look an empty parking lot by the min-mall
RR: looks good
RT: good we are setting down
DJ: Trying to get a hold of Mr.Fyrpp and up date him
SLL: looks like all hell broke lose on the bridge.
Loudo: someone moving down on the ground.
DJ Yep I count....10..no...22 targets...they are armed.. we are going in to a
hot LZ everone lock and load.
RR: check targeting the group on our 6
Loudo stands up grabing the HMG and hooks it up to a gyro-mount and hits a
button that opens the back end of the comander to a ramp, and hook up to a
d-ring on the body of the plane and starts to fire at the group
RT: Quick kids clear me a landing zone
DJ: check...Match  ready to repell down?
Match: Yea..Loudo clear us an area...their
you see MAtchsticks point to spot on the ground that is comming up fast.
Match: ready?
Death Jestor: ok here we go
Match and DJ step out of the rear deck and start decending from two replelling
lines fireing as they drop....as this is happening the Vindercator on the
turent on the nose of the Comerder opens up with a humm of a thousand Bees
and next thing that you see is the gun cam and bodys that were in one peice are
now in many peices as several APDS rounds tear thourgh the targets
Matchsticks and Death Jestor stand back to back shooting at any thing that
comes close to the area..with in seconds of the Vinicator starting up the
gangers start running away from the aircraft.
DJ: Death Jestor to Rolling Thunder...LZ Cold repete LZ Cold
RT: Good!.....touch down
DJ: set up perimiter.
all except Thunder: ok.
+++END VID FILE+++

Red Ronin here...the rest of the time we spend repairing the Steel Dragon..
and by the time we get in the air again all of the shooting was over. Oh Freddy
when we looked at the footage that we had the missle was shot from the Jap
lines..now the 64 nuyen question is was it deliberat or a acedent?  hey Freddy
sorry we were not that much of help on this one...but we are thinking of
staying in town for sometime hopefully we can work again..hey do you know were
we can get our hand on an Rolles Royce Silver Gryphen MK3 aircraft engin, and
15 liters if oil, and coolant? Rolling Thunder Thanks you.]<<<<<
        --Red Ronin (19:10:14/2-7-56)

*****PRIVATE: the Whistler
>>>>>[Whistler, Flute has close to 1M nY set aside for her. Thanks
for the offer though.]<<<<<
       -- Zactof (03:46:25 GMT / 2-8-56)

*****PRIVATE: Shal
>>>>>[Kovak and I had the same mother. Kovak and Tarkis had the same
Father, although he was a major wife beater. I won't let Tarkis know
where Flute and I are, until he is back to some control over his
sanity.]<<<<<
       -- Zactof (03:48:25 GMT / 2-8-56)

*****PRIVATE: Shekhinah
>>>>>[Thanks for the advice. I hired an old babysitter of Flute's
to come meet us here and help out. She is also a decker and fairly
decent by today's standards. From now on, unless there's an emergency,
I'll talk to you by phone. Let me know if you need us for anything.]<<<<<
         -- Zactof (03:52:25 GMT / 2-8-56)

*****PRIVATE: Tunnel-Rat
>>>>>[Hi dad, I'm in Belfast. The country around here is decent as
long as you get several miles out of the city to see it. Laters.]<<<<<
         -- Jonesy (03:54:29 GMT / 2-8-56)

*****PRIVATE: Jonesy, Freddy Frypp
>>>>>[Glad to hear it Jonesy.

Freddy, I'm at Covello with the shipment. I've been detecting the subtle
undertones of a fight brewing, so I'm reminding you that I do have some
combat and demo skill if you need it.]<<<<<
         -- Tunnel-Rat (17:56:35 PST / 2-7-56)

>>>>>[  Damn boss, decided to make GoD and I make up for the time we spent
on the clock in Seattle last month, huh?  Remind me never to accuse you of
paying someone for nothing.  Jeez.  But I can't complain too much, all in
all it was a fun time.  Kor was fun to watch.  He did some pretty nifty
things that I hadn't thought of yet...  See you tomorrow morn -- make that
tomorrow afternoon at the office.  I think I'm gonna go out tonight.]<<<<<
        -- Griffyn < 18:43:07/2-07-56 >

*****PRIVATE: GoD
>>>>>[ Hey GoD, now that that's done, what do you say we go meet up with
those two blondes from the other night?  You know, the twins... I think I
still have their LTG number lying around my squat somewhere.  I'll swing
by and pick you up in a few.  I "borrowed" one of Freddy's Rovers.. You
don't think Kabuki Man will notice before morning do ya?  *chuckle* ]<<<<<
        -- Griffyn < 2:43:07/2-07-56 >

*****Private: Tarkis
>>>>>[ I am sorry to say this, but you can;t kill Kovak's killer, cause
the killer is already dead.]<<<<<
        -- Shal <20:25:00/1-7-56>

*****Private: Zactof
>>>>>[ Yes I knew from school that he had a half brother.  But I never
met him.]<<<<<
        -- Shal <20:29:00/1-7-56>

>>>>>[Hey, I had to make up for the bust in Seattle, didn't I?  I
promised action, adventure, murder and meyhem, didn't I?

I keep tellin' ya, watch Kor.  He knows what he's doing.  Anyway,
take yer time getting back to the office.

I'm still filling out paperwork.  When I get done I'm gonna
disappear and get very drunk.  Anybody else game?]<<<<<
       -- Freddy Frypp (09:32:12 / 02-08-56)
          President
          Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

>>>>>[Wondered what happened to you Red.  Sounds like you guys had a
wee bit o' unscheduled fun.

Lessee, a Silver Gryphen Mk 3.... Kabuki Man's got a buddy who says he
can get ahold of one wholesale for me outta the Singapore plant.  Will
that work?

Anyway, I'd bet meganuyen to wendigo crap that somebody tried to swat
ya intentionally.  Good to hear yer in one piece though.

I'll get back to ya.]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (09:30:12 / 02-08-56)
           President
           Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

***** Private: Kor
>>>>>[What're you talkin' about?  Jacamus rigged the anti-tamper
triggers on the charges the I-Marines were diggin 'through.

Headin' off the bridge we decided to give 'em a little surprise.

I'm just pissed the bridge didn't come down after all.]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (09:35:12 / 02-08-56)
           President
           Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

***** Private: Tunnel-Rat
>>>>>[Yeah, sorry 'bout that.  I shoulda had Kor grab you when he was
up to see the pups.  Ah, well, you need the time off.]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (09:40:12 / 02-08-56)
           President
           Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSMU plink #5150)

>>>>>[  Yeah boss, I'm game for a bit of drunken revelry.  Gotta get rid of
this damned headache from last night somehow, right?  ]<<<<<
        -- Griffyn < 16:24:08/2-08-56 >

>>>>>[CB, I'd be happy to put it in.  I'll pick you up whenever you're ready.
Just keep the hardware sterile and things should go pretty smoothly.  You'll
need a couple of days R&R after the surgery, of course, but with the help of a
magician healer, that should be all you need.  And I don't mind implanting or
repairing anyone else's cyber.  I'm best with headware, but I can do almost
anything.  Anyone looking for a Smartlink 2? I've got three at a nice low
price if you're interested.]<<<<<
        --  Action Jackson <14:11:44/02-08-56>

>>>>>[Thanks for the offer of watching Adrienne for me.  She's just so strange
these days.... But I'm sure I'll take you up on the offer eventually.  The only
time that I'm not with her is when I'm on a run and then she's with Val at
Haven.  And I'll be happy to handle the kids for you and CRUSH if you need
someone.  Don't worry, I've mellowed out a lot.  Nothing like having a child
to change your outlook on life, stress, and temper.]<<<<
        --  Foxey Roxey <14:14:28/02-08-56>

***** PRIVATE: Freddy Frypp
>>>>>[At least warn me next time.  All that bullshit talk about having to
let people die or they wouldnt be able to catch the creeps doing it kinda
got to me.  They....We....no, I -- lost most of the people who hit the
water.  I saved those that I could, and returned as many of the bodies to
shore as I found.

The I-Marines REALLY don't like you, man.  As I was pulling one of the kickers
(live ones) out of the drink a Marine levels his shot gun on me and has
the balls to ask me who I was and just what I thought I was doing.  The
"what I was doing" part seemed pretty obvious to me as to the who I was, hell,
dont they teach them to read before giving them a gun?  I explained myself
as best I felt necessary, and went on about my business.  I thought it would
end there but NOOOO, mister SargentMan comes over and starts telling me that
I am WAY out of my district and I could take my ... Ummm, hell, I have the
video here --

Kor:    "I'm Officer Desiato, Frypp Security, and as to what I am doing, isn't
        it obvious?  Im doing YOUR job!  Look, we are wasting time, I told
        all of this to the last bozo-gunslinger that came by...Here, help
        me with her, she is in shock."

DS:     "My job is to protect this bridge and these people, You pose a
        clear threat to the safety of this bridge...I'm going to have to
        detain you *GURK*"

Kor:    "Ok, thats about enough of that.  Listen and listen carefully

Hmm, something seems to have happened to the video here...

DS:     "Im sorry to have bothered you, Sir.  Please continue with your
        operation and give my best reguards to Mister Frypp and tell him
        that we really would like to thank him and his people for all
        of the great work they have done in the past for us.  Free Beer
        at Shindaryu's for the whole team, on us..."

Kor:    "Excellent, thank you"

Urrr, sorry about the video...you didnt want to see that part anyway.  I
wouldnt suggest trying to collect on the free beer.  He is going to remember
sooner or later what I did and be even MORE missed off at Us / You / Me
than he was before.

I turned to see if the Demo-Removal team needed any 'help' and saw a couple
of the charges go off (No survivors...sorry).  I am somewhat disappointed
that the bridge didnt come down.  Would have served them right.]<<<<<
        -- Kor <18:53:26 / 02-08-56>

***** Private: Kor
>>>>>[Sorry, 'bout that.  I guess we shoulda stayed an' actually
helped, but I was too pissed.

Actually, the I-Marines REALLY, REALLY, DOUBLE-PLUS UN-LIKE me.  You
should see the file they've got on me.  Some really flattering stuff
if you ask me.  Their conclusion is bunk, but I get the idea they
might almost be scared of me.  Hell, they're scared of anybody taller
than they are, which means damn near most of the non-Japs in town.

Hell, I'm in the kind of mood where I just might go get those
beers....

Anyway, you mind if we drain off one of those kegs you brought with
you?  I promise I'll save the other one and just sip.]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (15:30:12 / 02-08-56)
           President
           Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

***** PRIVATE: Freddy Frypp
>>>>>[Trying to collect on those beer would get us all into a fight
and a law suit (I can think of at least 20 laws I broke by screwing
with that guy's mind  --  Illegal use of magic, posession and knowlege
of illegally gained magical knowlege...No, please, dont.) or seven
that I / we might be be able to dig ourselves out of.  Hell, I would
rather have them go after us on a faked video footage charge than any of
the magical tampering charges.

The kegs are yours, my friend.  Mind if I stop by and share with you?

I talked with the Whistler last night.  He has invited me to see Italy for a
couple of days.  I might take him up on it.  He was more than a little
surprised to see me show up in a Frypp Sec. Uniform in oposition of
his current employer.  Such a whore...but I guess we all are to some
degree.  He's a good kid.  A little hot sometimes (arent we all?)

I have some spells that might help you with that sun burn problem of yours.
That stuff you put on your face REALLY reaks.]<<<<<
        -- Kor <22:24:17 / 02-08-56>

>>>>>[As for OS^2's query, I am an expediter in a very physical sense.  More
specifically: I do infiltrations, assassinations, breaking and entering,
and, of course, general directed mayhem and violence.  I do also have some
limited background in negotiations and corporate relations.  Shall I send a
resume?]<<<<<
        -- Mr. Purple <18:12:36 / 02-08-56>

>>>>>[ If you are available for an extensive trace/hit, yes.  Starting
point -- Denver FRFZ. ]<<<<<
        --  OS^2 (18:32:1/2-8-56)

*****Private: Associates of Caine
>>>>>[Okay, folks. For all of you who couldn't make the funeral, the Porter
family has given me permission to sketch it out for you...

+++Begin Trideo download+++

   The trideo camera comes to life in a small meeting hall, one that bears
no markings showing religious affiliation. It's basically just a plain room
with rows of chairs set up.  The rows are filled with people who have come to
pay their last respects.  Up towards the front you zoom in on five humans and
a dwarf sitting in the front row. They are all dressed in black, except for
one of the humans and the dwarf, who are in full military dress. The dwarf's
uniform is much older and more worn, which makes the guy next to him stand out
even more. There is a woman next to him who is sitting solemnly. You surmise
that from the look of her, she is Caine's widow. She is flanked on the other
side by a man dressed in a dark suit.  In fact, most everyone is in a dark
suit of some sort.

   You flash briefly on the coffin when you hear the doors open. You zoom back
(as the camera is right over the door) to see a man and a woman enter and take
a seat up near the front. some of the other guests rustle a little bit as he
passes, but you figure that that's a reflex action when a vampire walks by
you.

   The man in the uniform gets up and crosses to the front ofthe podium. After
a moment to compose himself, he addresses the gathering.

Abel Porter: Thank you all for coming this evening. We gather here tonight to
pay our respects to our honored dead. In a time when the world view is to
think only of yourself, my brother was one of a rare breed. The kind of man
who would think of how his actions would affect others. You here know what I
speak of. I haven't yet heard the whole story, but from what I've learned,
a good number of you would not be here now.
   I know that you all risk your lives each day, given your profession, and
that the loss of a comrade, though not altogether uncommon, is something that
affects everyone, including myself. I hardly knew him--the two of us grew up
in separate environments. My father had never really known him either and had
carried that to his grave. It wasn't until a few months ago that Caine found
me, while I was searching for him. And in that short time, I was able to put
my father's final fears to rest. Because both of his sons grew up to be true
warriors. I'm glad that the two of them are together now.


   There is a slight pause as Abel turns around and gives a sharp salute.

Abel: (softly) Rest in peace... brother.

   Abel turns back around and heads back to his seat. You could almost make
out the form of tears welling up in his eyes. The man in the dark suit gets up
next.

Ripley: On behalf of the bereaved, I would like to thank you all as well for
coming. To be honest,I hadn't expecting such a large turnout. I have, as you
know, retained the usage of Lou's Bar and Grill for a wake. What Captain
Porter said earlier was true--a good number of us here owe Caine our lives.
And I know that he would probably want us to observe this occasion in that
manner: a celebration of life. The wake will be open to anyone who wants to
pay their respects in a less formal atmosphere. I hope to see you all there.

   With that, Ripley walks over to Trish Porter and escorts her out, followed
by Caine's coffin with the pallbearers: Irish, Lou and two men whom you don't
recognize. Then comes Captain Porter with Erika, then Jayna and the rest of
those gathered.

   You cut to an outside camera to see that they have set the coffin down in
a sort of reception line. Various different people walk by, saying their
goodbyes or just standing there momentarily. Through the darkness you can
make out the faces of Spirit, CRUSH (who admittedly isn't easy to miss),
Basilisk, Dr. Jackson, his daughter, Diana and Claw. The last of the guests
file away and off into the shadows. The pallbearers pick up the coffin and
load it into a truck. The truck drives off and the pallbearers disperse,
leaving everything as quiet as death itself. As the camera feed fades out,
however, you catch a look out another person who arrives out of nowhere.

+++End download+++

   I found out something else interesting. I ranthe end of the feed through
my equipment and enhanced the image and all that jazz. The person at the end
turned out to be none other than Nicole Velli, VP of Maxim. Now what do you
suppose that little Caine-slaying slitch was doing there?]<<<<<
        -- Storyteller <Once Upon A Time...>

NOT TO: Fuchi employees & operatives
>>>>>[My friend Demon said that I might find help here.  I have chosen
the name Oukami as I have been discovered by Wolf.  I have left Fuchi
very abruptly and without their leave.  I am looking for someone to help
look after my daughter, Aimi, she's 16 years.  I can pay well for such
service but I will have Demon check you out for my and her security.
Ah, you must be able to deal with Trolls since my daughter is one.
Please contact me at >>Encrypted<< for further information.

I have also heard of one named Fenris who is of Wolf.  Fenris, you have
been spoken of with much honor.  I would like to contact you.  I have
heard that you might be making a trip to Japan.  I could use some
company while I go there and make some arrangements.  I also need
training in ways of the Wolf and have realized that you might help me
with such.  Please contact me at >>Encrypted<< so that we may discuss
this further.]<<<<<
   --Oukami <02:48:26/02-09-95>

>>>>>[Oukami -- if you wish, I can probably locate her for you.  I don't
know anything about who I'd be looking for, but...perhaps you can help me
there.]<<<<<
        --  Christopher Tarleton <Dark/Angel>

>>>>>[Enclosed the list shall find a detailed audiovisual upload, taken
by concealed cameras, of those who were involved in a recent raid against
a corporate biomedical facility.  Any and all information pursuant to
these criminals will, of course, be appreciated.

+++++AudioVisual Upload: Initiated
A small plane appears, unfolding into a wide-angle camera view, the
viewfield static fading into a precise, color-corrected image of a
semifortified compound, nestled in the foothills of a large mountain.
A 4-meter chain link fence surrounds the compound, with a small,
neatly-stencilled sign attached near the gate.  It reads, in precise
black capitals: "Restricted Access Only."  Immediately underneath it,
in yellow, is drawn the universal symbol for biological hazards.
Faint, blue alphanumerics tick off the time in the bottom-right corner
of the viewfield.  Time passes rapidly, then slows as night falls.
When it becomes too dark to see unassisted, the characteristic flash
of sodium-vapor lamps fills the black of the night and illuminates
the compound, the viewfield taking on a greenish tint as night optic
circuits come online.

Out of nowhere, an unmarked, flat black Yellowjacket touches down
just outside the compound fence, discharging four males wearing form-
fitting, dark green body armor, carrying small submachine guns.  One
other male is wearing a long, black trenchcoat and carries a sword.
A second female is wearing light security armor and a bulky backpack,
carrying what seems to be a flamethrower.  Two other figures, not
dressed like the first six, are hidden in darkness.  The squad easily
slips in through the front gate, having shot the lock off, and rushes
towards the compound.

The viewfield fades and another comes into existence, this one inside
the compound, showing a massive desk in the middle of a circular
lobby, with corridors leading in three directions.  A thin, pinched
elvish woman in a buisness suit sits at the desk, tending to papers.
As the squad enters, she looks up, gasps, and tries to trip the
security systems, but a spray of hollowpoint shells from one SMG
cuts her down in a grotesque shower of blood.  The squad fans out,
searching for the mechanisms that unlock the massive doors that restrict
access to the corridors.  Finally, the female wearing security armor
attaches a C26 shaped charge to one door and blows it inwards,
scattering the white-coated laboratory technicians behind it, tearing
one of them apart with a fan of twisted metal.  The squad rushes
forward, firing short SMG bursts into the stunned personnel, leaving
blood-red trickles across the white tile floor.

The squad progresses through the corridors of the compound.  Every
time they reach a door, one person in form-fitting armor tosses a
grenade in the cracked door: the explosion is punctuated by the
shattering of glass and the hissing of sprinkler systems, not to
mention the occasional screams of agony.

The squad reaches one metal security door and blows it off its hinges,
then steps inside of a large building, perhaps 50 meters by 40 meters.
The walls are lined with computer terminals, sequencing hoods, and
other scientific equipment.  A technician looks up from a terminal
where he was adjusting a program, screams, and dives behind a counter
just as a flight of hollowpoints tear his screen apart and destroy
the glassware.  In the middle of the room stand six small towers,
arranged in a hexagonal fashion.  They look heavily padded and rein-
forced, which seems rather out-of-place.  The squad fans out again,
searching through the laboratory, easily laying waste to everything
that moves -- and quite a few things that don't.  The two figures
who seemed out of place fumble around one of the desks, finally
coming up with a set of black cases, which they furtively shove inside
their jackets.  They nod to the squad, which carefully slips out of
the lab.  The woman in security armor flips the safety catch off
her flamethrower and casts a long spinneret of flame across the room,
bursting Erlenmyer flasks and reducing computer equipment to a messy
pile of melted plastic.

The squad sprints down the hallway, pausing only to open fire on
security personnel, who now have begun to attempt to secure the area.
The hollowpoint shells easily tear through their armored jackets,
shattering their chests as they fall to the ground, screaming
horribly.  Apparently, the squad members are under orders to fire
in such as a way as to maximize pain in those they hit.

As the squad kicks out a window and runs to the waiting extraction
Yellowjacket, the compound is rocked with an explosion.  The view-
finder shivers and fades...
+++++AudioVisual Upload: End

The families of those massacred technicians and security personnel
all plead with you to bring those responsible to justice.  The
destruction of the laboratory facility is a secondary concern
compared with the loss of so many innocent lives.

Once again, thank you for your kind concerns.]<<<<<
        --  Dante Bertuscione <Suppressed/Suppressed>
            Director, External Affairs
            Contemporary Analytics StA

>>>>>[Sorry I missed ya Kor.  I had to hightail it out of SF and jump the
sub-orbital straight to Italy.  I should be able to be back in Seattle
reasonably soon.  The bar is The Olde King's Head Pub, down in Bellevue.
Nice place, serve some great brews.  I've got 'em working on a recipe of
my own right now, should taste great (and be less filling!).  In any
case, if you stop by the bar, you can leave messages for me there, or you
already have one of my phone numbers.  I'll get back to you as soon as I
can.]<<<<<
        --the Whistler<14:58:11/2-9-56>

>>>>>[Whistler, I'll be in Rome in 12 hours.  Let's get this going.  And we
will keep it non-fatal.  I assure you that chaos is just as easily achieved
without killing people as it is with.  And we will make fewer enemies.  Sorry
if this seems a bit awkward, but I don't kill unless i absolutely must, and
only then for revenge.]<<<<<
        --  Slash <19:06:32/02-09-56>

***** Private: OS^2
>>>>>[Since you said yes, here is my resume (such as it is.)  I have no
problems with travel to the FRFZ, and can arrange my own transportation if
desired.

+++++Upload:RESUME.DOC
Elf, height 1.95 meters, 100 kilos.  Short brown hair, blue-gray eyes.
 Approximate age: 30.
 -Worked as corporate expediter for Ares Macrotechnology from 01-27-49 to
04-29-53. Terminated contract and erased SIN on 04-30-53.  Maintains
connections with several  Ares Macrotechnology employees.
 -Qualified with all small arms.  Trained in Kali Silat and Jujistsu.
 Experience with electronics and demolitions.  Standard social interaction
training as appropriate of corporate expediter.
 -Worked various shadow contracts in Manhattan (05-??-53 to 07-23-54) and Cal
Free (07-??-54 to 11-27-55).  Maintains connections in both locations.
 Currently residing in Seattle.
 -Possesses both cybernetic and bionetic modifications.  Some headware,
nothing very obvious besides datajack and chipslots.  No implanted weapons.
 -Will accept any offered employment, including forcible extractions and
wetwork.
+++++ File end

Thank you for your time and trouble.]<<<<<
        --Mr. Purple <16:42:25/02-09-56>

*****Private: Zarkon, Abdiel
>>>>>[ I got really freaken bad news, I was tracing Tarkis' Aura when I
heard this explosion.  I ran to see what happened, and there was Tarkis,
hurt badley, his non-cyber arm blown off.  He stood, up and looked at
me.  He then ran, and disappeared.  I tried to follow the path of blood,
but it stopped in the middle of no where.  I sujest checking all
cyber-ware doctores, and as them if they have given a arm to Tarkis. Also
I just found out, Tarkis killed a man.  And now is wanted by police.
There is a 10milnY reward for his capture, and he is considered
dangerous. He is wanted alive or dead, perferly dead it is said.  We have
to help him! And get him out fo Seatle!]<<<<<
        -- Shal <18:30:00/2-9-56>

>>>>>[If you get yourself killed, can I at least still have the beer you
promised?

If you bite, leave me a message so I can save the air faire.]<<<<<
        -- Kor <00:58:04 / 02-10-56>

*****NOT TO: Tarkis
>>>>>[ THere is a 10MilnY reward for the caputre of Tarkis I will include
the pic of the man. He is wanted Dead or alive, and is considered
extremly dangerous.

*****Include: Tarkis.pic
]<<<<<
        -- Police Commisioner <16:35:00/1-9-56>

>>>>>[ I am totally appalled.  I will except the fact that sometimes you have to
kill on missions, it can be unavoidable.  But to senselessly slaughter innocent
sarimen has got to be the worst.  Not only is it despicable, but it is also
unprofessional.  Its people like this who give Shadowrunners a worse name than
they already have.  These are the people who bring the Star down on us so
heavily.]<<<<<
        -- Spirit <Of the Matrix>

>>>>>[Hey, "Purple", how are you doing?  It's been, what now, four years
since I last saw you?  Drop me a line and I'll buy you a beer
sometime!]<<<<<
        -- Spring Rivers <18:57:32 / 02-09-56>

>>>>>[Spring?  What are you doing here?]<<<<<
        -- Mr. Purple <19:04:00 / 02-09-56>

***** Private: Kor
>>>>>[ Hello.  Things are progressing well.  I don't have to walk around
fearing that Blitzkrieg will actually try and attack his half-brother or WHAT
anymore.  It's kind of a nice feeling to not be completely nervous around him.
Of course he has a new goal that he has attached himself to which frightens me
just as much.  But I suppose that is neither here nor there.

I did some digging around and think I might have found through an old work pal
a team that would be willing to help out in the reaserch.  She asked me to
forward you the resumes of the interested party.

+++++ Include resumes.txt

I hope it is what you are looking for.  Hopefully, I will be able to see you
soon. ]<<<<<
        -- DragonEyes <20:11:15/2-9-55>

>>>>>[ Hey Packman, our mysterious assassin has struck again, and this time it
wasn't anything as mundane as a whitecoat. ]<<<<<
        --  Courier <20:23:31/02-09-55>

>>>>>[ Well give us the whole story dandelion eater! ]<<<<<
        --  Packman <20:28:19/02-09-55>

>>>>>[ A group of runners was hosed two nights ago down in Redmond, sole
witness was a squatter, according to the piece of human trash a silenced
bullet vapourized the team's mage's head, followed seconds later by one
with the chromeguy's name on it. The decker and phy adept sprint for it,
yelling into their wristphone for help. Aparently a mono whip snaked out
from the shadows, ripped the decker apart as the adept jumped into a van
that had come screeching in to bail 'em out. Then, as far as police can
tell, the assassin pulls out a rocket launcher, takes aim, and blows the
van to kingdom come, nice and neat, 5 runners dead in about 70 seconds.]<<<<<
        --  Courier <20:31:39/02-09-55>

>>>>>[ Ouch! I dont wanna run into that guy, whoever he is! Hey, did you see
that message for Fenris, I better make sure he notices it. Have you made
those arrangements he wanted yet! ]<<<<<
        --  Packman <20:38:03/02-09-55>

>>>>>[ Gimme a break, he only asked me 90 minutes ago, I can't promise anything
until next Monday!!! ]<<<<<
        --  Courier <20:41:38/02-09-55>

NOT TO:  Fuchi employees and operatives
>>>>>[ Ah, Thank you, Dark Angel, but I know where she is.  She's about
4 meters to my right.  What I need is someone to look after her.  She is
with me and this is bad since I am being hunted by Fuchi.  Do you know
of someone who can take care of her?  There wouldn't be much, she's 16,
female and a troll.  She can generally take care of herself, but she's
never had to hide before.  The pay is well but anyone taking the job
will be checked out by a friend.]<<<<<
   --Okami <20:32:23/02-09-95>

>>>>>[Good sir, I operate a home for abandoned children, orphans, etc here in
Redmond, called Haven.  I always have room for another ward, and I have never
had difficulties.  Please, check my credentials here in Seattle or worldwide,
even with those quasi-legal friends of mine such as Spirit, CRUSH, Action
Jackson, and Foxey Roxey, whose daughter is entrusted to me as we speak.  I
assure you that no harm will be allowed to come of her here, and if you have
specific instructions, I will of course do my best to follow them.  Also, if
you have gang or organized crime contacts, you'll notice that Haven is off-
limits for turf wars and considered neutral territory.  I have no small
influence, and I assure you that she shall recieve the same attention I give
all my wards while they are my guests, for however long she stays as my
guest.]<<<<<
        --  Valentine <00:16:42/02-10-56>

>>>>>[Ah, boy, that was some wake. It finally came back to me this
afternoon. Granted it's been a day or so since the funeral, but that's
how you tell a good party from a bad one. It's good to know that when a
friend dies, you can get pissed.
  It was great. Everyone I could think was there. We tried to get AJ not
to drink, but he felt that he just had to. Next thing ya know, he's
puking away. Granted, the rest of us weren't too far behind. MaxiMillion
had to almost be physically restrained from drinking every drop in sight,
until someone slipped him some magical liqueur. Laid him out flatter than
a flapjack. Good thinkin' Lou.
  All in all, it was a smash. At least, I think so. Jayna, you were DD
that nght, wha happend?]<<<<<
        -- Ripley <21:39:43/02-09-95>

>>>>>[Well, most of what Ripley said was true. He managed to forget the
dragon that landed outside Lou's a good two hours in. A few of us who
were sober went outside to check it out. Lou was about ready to cry in
fear that his bar was going to get demolished again. But the dragon was
cool about it. He apparently was an associate of Caine who missed the
funeral and wished to pay his respects. Then he went on his way. No big
deal.]<<<<<
        -- Jayna <21:42:36/02-09-95>

*****Private: Mr. Purple
>>>>>[ Very well, Purple.  We have a contract for you.

There is an Atlan Special Forces ('Black Panthers') sniper currently operating
in the FRFZ.  We would like him either a) eliminated, or b) forcibly detained
and escorted to a location to be determined.  He is known to have an associate
who does his spotting for him; his current target is code-named 'Hightower
One', but we are unsure of the identity.  At last report, your target has been
give the green light on the execution of his target, but has not completed the
mission.  His code name is 'Macros the Black', his assistant being identified
as 'Macros Spotter'.  Any questions? ]<<<<<
        -- OS^2 (23:17:40/2-9-56)

>>>>>[Ah.  That might be a bit challenging.  I suppose we could take in
someone like that.

Then again, let me check with my wife, Patricia's bitching rather loudly
at me here.]<<<<<
        --  Christopher Tarleton <Dark/Angel>

>>>>>[By the way, you're welcome to look, but you might not find much.]<<<<<
        --  Christopher Tarleton <Dark/Angel>

>>>>>[I have stopped by Haven a few times and I am willing to vouch for
its administrators and volunteers.

For those of you looking for a good place to donate time or money, I would
whole-heartedly suggest this or the Salvation Army.  Both are doing a great
job of helping out the Sinless/homeless/and parentless.

Keep up the good work.]<<<<<
        -- Jason Stormwind <15:18:19 / 02-10-56>
           Executive Officer
           Industrial Sound and Magic

>>>>>[say griffyn, I need a little help, I'm doing a little research,
think you can help me out?  My current library is a little, on the shabby
side, it's about life sparks (Capture/theft, f/x on aura, and all that you
can find) think you can help me out or at least point me in the right
direction? Do you think kor might have anytihng layin' around his squat? I'd
ask him but I don't know him as well as you do.]<<<<<

        -- GoD < 11:09 / 02-10-56 >

***** Private : Freddy fripp
>>>>>[ hey boss, just lettin' ya know I'm a live.  I was wondering if
you could help me out though, I saw something posted on this link a
couple of days that tickled my fancy, and by the look of recent
postings I need to deliver on some info, or someone's going to be meat.

    It's about magik, so I wont bother you with the questions, but I
was wondering if you knew anyone knowledgable that might help me in my
selfless quest.  You know where to reach me.]<<<<<

        -- GoD < 11:16 / 02-10-56 >

***** PRIVATE: GoD
>>>>>[That was pretty sly there, GoD.  I fell right into it.  Didnt notice
a thing.  You need to be a little more specific about what you are looking for.

Over the past 10 years I have been collecting books and tomes of even the
most inane magical theories.  Most would be surprised at how close some of
the more primitive cultures were to obtaining magic...too bad it just
wasnt available to them.

Life Sparks  --  Aura magic?  Seems kinda Pseudo-New Age stuff.  You might
take a look at some of the books from the 1970's-1990's or so.  Lots of
information about chakras, ki, channeling.  Once you get past all the self-help
drippy-hoop information you will find yourself with a better understanding to
work from.

Magic is all in the visualization.  Simple.

Something else I dont usually let out but, you might wish to find archived
versions of old children's games.  Back in 1970 or 1975 there was a company
that created a game called Dungeons and Dragons (which spawned of a host of
other such games and rules).  It was played by children sitting around a
table with dice, pencils, and paper...and a lot of imagination.  Pretty
simple stuff actually but what I want to point your attention to is that
they have a class called a magic-user and a set of spells and descriptions
of the effects of those spells.  I freely admit that my imagination isnt
up to par so I use those for inspiration for spells.  Not much in the way
of aura magic but definitely a must for any combat-oriented mage.

I have a decent hermetic library and some shamanic things hidden away.  If
you need access to them I can do that.  Just give me the scoop.]<<<<<
        -- Kor <16:44:34 / 02-10-56>

>>>>>[  Hmm, don't have a whole lot of info on 'em, but I was able to dig
up a little bit.

+++++download:  life_sparks.information

I know it's kind of brief, but it's the best I can do.  You might want to
try MagickNet.  A contact of mine says the local node is at >>encrypted<<
for the moment.  I'm sure someone there will be able to help you out.  As
far as Kor is concerned, I basically met him the same time as you, but I'll
give it a shot.  Hey Kor, can you help GoD out on this one?  ]<<<<<
        -- Griffyn < 17:44:10/2-10-56 >

>>>>>[what ever do you mean Kor??? hehehe, Thanks for the info, Well I don't
know if you've hear<read> there's a runner named abdiel, has a chummer who
has no "aura", but he's still walking about, breathin'!.. now unless somebody
has come up with a way to completely hide someones aura, this guy should be
dead.  I din't Think the body could function with out an aura.  Like I was
tellin' Abdiel, from the little info I have, I came up on "life sparks" funny
name but real powerfull stuff. It's Blood magic for sure, real potent,
performed by only the most powerfull of wizards (the passage actually says
druids, so I'm tempted to say it's druidic, but I wont).  In the few passages
I came upon, it explains that they are basically your emotions, Memories,
experiences(good/bad) and how the entrapment of these sparks bind a person to
whom ever possesses them.  I want to figure out how to undo it, and pass the
info to Abdiel.  Think you can help me out?]<<<<<

        -- GoD < 12:52 / 02-10-56 >

>>>>>[Be careful, GoD.  While I am not ashamed of my druidic background and
knowledge, there are those who would rather the world not know that the
original druids practiced blood magic, and that there are those who do so
even now.  But there are also others who use the taking of life and the
causing of pain to power their magic in other ways.  I suspect certain
southern american and oriental traditions, but have little knowledge in these
areas myself.  Just be aware that there will undoubtedly be those who will
kill you rather than let you become aware of thier actions or methods.]<<<<<
        --  Velentine <13:33:37/02-10-56>

>>>>>[You two are just amazing.  How you got this far in your career is
beyond me.  Maybe its a special form of blunt that is so obscure that I
cant really tell that Im being manipulated.  Yeah, that must be it.

I jammed some stuff in the mail for GoD a short while ago when he asked you
to ask me (IN A PUBLIC FORUM) for help so I could talk with you who would
then talk to him.  WOW.  Just amazing.

Just as an aside, sending the MNet LTG, even encrypted, through public
mail might be enough to get it moved again.

Im about to take off for a couple of days or weeks.  Need to make sure that
a friend doesnt get himself killed or drunk or both.]<<<<<
        -- Kor <17:58:24 / 02-10-56>

***** PRIVATE: Freddy Frypp, Scourge, Chris Tarleton
>>>>>[Strange request.  The fewer peope that know about this the better.

I need to get back under the veil sometime soon.  I already know that there
is no way to magically get in (I would try if I were younger and more
gungho about it) and getting in officially is somewhat out of the question.

Ummm, I was in Ireland a couple of years back...student visa to study wild
magic and a bit of the special Shamanic magics they do there.  While I
was there an incident occured in which a friend, and the person who gave
the invite, was killed...with my weapon focus, in my dorm room.  Before you
turn me in, I didnt do it.  Someone in the Govt. knew that I wasnt allowed
to carry my dagger around with me and any use of magic would have been
recorded on my visa-chip.  Needless to say, I had to leave pretty quickly and
chalk up another set of enemies.

I gotta get back in there.  They have some of the best libraries on druidic
magic I have ever had the misfortune of seeing.

Why you, you might ask  --  Well, hell, I dont know.  I thought that maybe
you might know someone who could extend an invite.]<<<<<
        -- Kor <18:01:00 / 02-10-56>

>>>>>[Due to an astounding amount of interest, I now am free to announce
**Jolly Roger's SHADOWSITTING SERVICE** You going out at to shoot at some
folks that might shoot back? Maybe being chased by something that outweighs a
Mack truck? Need someone to watch the kids? Call Jolly Roger's SHADOWSITTING
SERVICE. We are the only service known to man who puts a real-life houngar of
the Samedi sect between possible predators and your precocious offspring.
Only 500 nuyen a day gets you all this, plus training in the arcane arts for
those who can use it, and maybe a little riflery practice for those who can't
(depending on whether the neighbors are home), plus a real Matrix connection
so Squirt & Dribble can watch the video logs as they get uploaded.
Make your appointments today!]<<<<<
        --  Jolly Roger <11:39:56 / 02-10-56>

*****PRIVATE: Shekhinah
>>>>>[Where you at, woman? What happened to the note explaining these
visions. And what you tryin' to prove with those bozos? Then again, I haven't
heard from them in a while...]<<<<<
        --  Jolly Roger <11:40:32 / 02-10-56>

***** Private: Kor
>>>>>[ If you are willing to do some bodyguard work on the side for an
individual, I can get you there.  Otherwise, I'm afraid I cannot help you out.
]<<<<<
        -- Scourge <11:45:50/2-10-56>

***** PRIVATE: Scourge, Freddy Frypp, Chris_T
>>>>>[Someone came through for me.  Thanks a lot, everyone.]<<<<<
        -- Kor <19:49:17 / 02-10-56>

***** PRIVATE: Scourge
>>>>>[Yes.  I do not think I can say yes any louder.

If this assignment can get me in without getting chipped even better.  Getting
chipped leaves me at a disadvantage when it comes to using my magics and I
HATE having to go physical to protect myself or my charges.  Dont get me wrong,
Ill take the chip if I have to.

You can farm me out as a Frypp Sec. Security officer, specializing in
Magical and Physical Security.  I have papers for that.  I dont think that
Freddy will get pissed but Ill check with him to make sure that this is
fine.

When can I leave?

I was heading off to Italy so I am already packed, all I need to do is
grab my copiers and data-scanners and Im outta here.

Ill need particulars like who...and how much time I get off to hit the
libraries.]<<<<<
        -- Kor <19:49:25 / 02-10-56>

>>>>>[I, well we might be willing and able to care for your daughter.  if you
want to check on us, you can.
STREETWOLF isn't here to respond himself, but we are married so I can speak for
him.]<<<<<
        --  Colice Brightstar<16:59:30/02-10-56>

***** Private: Kor
>>>>>[Well, glad you found another in.  Long, long ago, in a place
far, far, well, OK, a coupla hundred miles northa here, some crazies
founded themselves a new country.  I had the (mis?)fortune of working
for them.  Needless to say, I'm probably not terribly welcome where
yer going.

Have fun.]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (16:04:12 / 02-10-56)
           President
           Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

***** Private: GoD
>>>>>[Why am I suddenly very disappointed in you?  This burst of study
of aural energies and the like, I'm amazed you haven't noticed.  Keep
it to yourself.  It's not something I like hearing about.

Just thought you might want to remember that the old fart might not
be as... mundane's a good word -  as you might think.]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (16:10:12 / 02-10-56)
           President
           Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

>>>>>[I came back into town yesterday an I discovered that Kovak had
died.  I really wish he had taken up an offer of assistance.  Might have
mde the difference.]<<<<<
        -- Spellslinger (14:58:33/2-9-56)

>>>>>[  You know, it struck me as kinda weird that he'd ask me to ask you in
a public forum, but who am I to argue?  Hell, it only took me an extra line
or so to repeat his question again. *grin*  Oh, as far as MNet is concerned,
if someone is good enough to get into Shadowland to read these message, then
they can probably get the location of the MNet node.

Oh yeah, if you need any help with this killed/drunk/both thing you're working
on, or anything else for that matter, just let me know.  I'm sure Freddy would
give me some time off to help out a friend, and it was kinda fun working with
you on the bridge thing.  Take it easy, chummer. ]<<<<<
        -- Griffyn < 22:20:10/2-10-56 >

>>>>>[Kor, you are more than welcome to stop by the Olde King's Head Pub
anytime you want.  You are on the _very_ short "guest list" and already
have a tab opened up for you.  Just don't go off the deep end, okay?  And
don't worry about me.  Things may be getting a little ugly, but I tend to
manage.  I've still got a few tricks up my sleeve, even after all these
years.

If you feel like coming on out to Italy, you are more than welcome.  Ever
gone skiing?  The snow in the Italian Alps is a bit sketchy this year,
but there are enough places to go.  I've never actually done any skiing
myself, so I could use a partner to look stupid with while falling on my
butt.

Let me know if you are coming, and if you need airfare, then let me
know.]<<<<<
        --the Whistler<22:08:55/2-10-56>

***** PRIVATE: the Whistler
>>>>>[I plan on coming out there in the coming week.  I have some other
business that will be up in the air soon that will take me away from fun
for a while.

I should be on site by the weekend...Sunday at the latest.  If I bug out
for no reason, dont panic.  Ill pay my tab before I get started sampling.

I have the red eye heading out of here sub-orbital (still too chicken to try
a full orbital) in a few hours.  See ya soon.]<<<<<
        -- Kor <02:36:19 / 02-11-56>

*****Private: Griffyn
>>>>>[The information in your files seems to confirm my own
hypothesis.. but walk carefully. Posting that file in a public message
area was NOT a good idea. Many people would not like this information
spread around. If you're still interested in the case, we are looking
for runners to recover one of the previous victims of this treatment..
if you would be interested, please send me your resume.]<<<<<
        --  Zarkon <11:28:40 / 02-11-56>

*****Private: GoD
>>>>>[The information in your friend's files seems to corroborate my
own hypothesis. You do need to read more carefully, though... the
subject's aura is not completely gone, merely reduced in size by approximately
45 I believe I have a cure, but it needs testing. Perhaps you'd be
interested in joining in on the run to recover one of the other victims
(who has been attempting to kill us for a long time)? If so, send your
credentials along, in an ENCRYPTED message, please. Thank you.]<<<<<
        --  Zarkon <11:32:27 / 02-11-56>

*****Private: Shal
>>>>>[Just peachy. I'm working on getting runners for finding
DarkLord... but Tarkis is probably going after him too. Hmm. Why don't
we go try to look for Tarkis while I'm waiting for replies? I'll meet
you at Tarkis' residence.]<<<<<
        --  Zarkon <11:34:12 / 02-11-56>

*****PRIVATE: Jolly Roger
>>>>>[This little babysitting service of your hits me humoressly. I'm
only 7 though. As a kid I like it, but most of dads runs were going
to rescue me though. What about deck teachers?]<<<<<
        -- Flute (Testy / Temper)

*****PRIVATE: THE Nexus
>>>>>[Wake up, Uncle Nex, I haven't got to meet you yet.]<<<<<
        -- Flute (What's / Next)

>>>>[Right as rain there Spirit.  We can expect the ShadowRidders to be watching
us poor working folks alot closer now.  Someone fragged up big time on this
one]<<<<<
        -- Irish <12:59:20/11-02-56>

>>>>>[  Jolly Roger's ShadowSitting Service?

Sugar, get ah life.]<<<<<
        -- Circuit Breaker <South'rn Belle>

******Private:OS^2
>>>>>[Two questions: first, how much am I being paid?  I'm now enroute to
the FRFZ, but will wait on your instructions.  If the pay is insufficient, I
will take my return ticket to Seattle and leave.  Second: is elimination of
both sniper and spotter allowed?]<<<<<
        -- Mr. Purple <16:21:10 / 02-11-56>

*****Private: Zarkon
>>>>>{ I have been trying to track Tarkis for the last few days. But his
aura is disappearing. But we also have another problem.  We have bounty
hunters trying to get Tarkis for the 500kny reward. As what I can see
from tracking Tarkis, it seems he is looking for DarkLord.  My cousin is
coming in town in 3 days, he can help us out a lot.]<<<<<
        -- Shal <18:45:00/1-11-56>

*****NOT TO: Interpol and FBI agents, Lone Star Operatives, and Knight Errant
Personnel
>>>>>[Those of you, who were involved in the Rescue of AJ with myself and
Shadow, seem to have forgotten that we are STILL wanted by Interpol; and that
Interpol has most likely been watching this board for posts by us.  If you
wish to end up in jail...that is fine, but I am actually amazed that none of
you have been arrested...yet.  Shadow and I are not stupid enough to post
without an encryption, and we will not post for a while except when
necessary.  I suggest the rest of you do the same.]<<<<<
          --Buzz (The one the only...Human Bee in the Matrix)

*****PRIVATE: Flute
>>>>>[Sorry, hon, only deckhead I really know all that well done got his hoop
shot up by the same folks yer paw went after. And I hain't seen him 'round
lately, word is he's been dragged off to Tairngire. I mean, I s'pose I could
offer some pointers on which IC to avoid, but then, ya prolly won't be
needin' that kinda stuff...]<<<<<
        --  Jolly Roger  (00:15:23 / 02-12-56)

>>>>>[Well now, sounds a bit hostile fer some lady with her chips in the oven
all the time, don't it? Can't tell me ya wouldn't mind collectin' 500 nuyen
to squat in front o' the trid and maybe teach some li'l rugrat how to log
into public databases, now wooja? I'd hafta guess it beats the livin'
horseflop outta starin' at the oven all day...]<<<<<
        --  Jolly Roger  (00:29:21 / 02-12-56)

>>>>>[Hey Rog, I'm here. Last I knew, that Silgareth asshole was being hauled
off to the hospital with his son. A friend of a friend of a friend dropped a
nasty little virus into his deck, something about degraded biofeedback.  I
don't really understand it myself. As for...

+++++PAUSE: 15.251 sec.

Oh.

I can... feel... the air moves through me...

+++++PAUSE: 4.012 sec.

I know that you are there.

Just stop.

I don't want to know what's wrong. Or why.

+++++PAUSE: 27.219 sec.

Who are you? What do you want with me? Leave me...

+++++PAUSE: 12.345 sec.

I am beginning to see now... the plants... oh...

+++++LINK TERMINATED AT SOURCE]<<<<<
        --  Shekhinah <06:29:51 GMT / 13-Feb-56>

*****PRIVATE: Transformer
>>>>>[Yeah, I think that I might need to take you up on your offer. Name your
configurations -- I can heft a sword with the best of 'em, but I prefer my
knives on the hearty side for most, so I ain't so swift with them little
toothpicks some-uh you-all call weapons. If you can oblige me with somethin'
in the middlin' to lethal category in one of them two basic forms (sword and
abbreviated sword), then I'm thinkin' we can do business.]<<<<<
        --  Jolly Roger <00:01:41 / 13-Feb-56>

*****PRIVATE: Nightcrawler's Society
>>>>>[Lady and gentlemen, our fifth and final member is moving into the final
period. We must act quickly, lest she go further unguided and not be prepared
for the equinox. I call for the Grand Ritual tomorrow evening, as dictated by
the third measure of the Fraternity Oath. Let not Damballah grow angry!]<<<<<
        --  Donovan Giles <01:23:23 / 13-feb-56>

*****PRIVATE: Jolly Roger
>>>>>[We are in business, when would you like to pick it up?]<<<<<
          --The Transformer (07:42:30 EST/02:13:56)

*****Private: Zarkon, Shal
>>>>>[Hey guys, I've been trying to locate Tarkis, but there has been
bounty-hunters everywhere. Sorry I havn't got in touch lately but I've been
dodging these guys as much as trying to find Tarkis.  It seems that someone
spread the word that I knew Tarkis and was trying to find me to get me to lead
him to Tarkis, (he won't be bothering anybody anymore). I havn't had any luck,
even with astral perception. Keep in touch.]<<<<<
           --Abdiel <09:35:45 / 2-11-56>

>>>>>[Good call, Roger.

You said you knew my dad? What was he like?]<<<<<
       -- Flute ( Jonesy doesn't / know I'm here. )

>>>>>[Oh I know you're here Flute. And when you get done you can
show me how you've been playing with that deck.]<<<<<
       -- Jonesy ( 22:48:25 GMT / 2-13-56 )


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