>>>>>[Greetings from Motley Crew. I'm still tired from yesterday. Well, I think I'm going to take a nap.]<<<<< --Buzz (The one the only...Human Bee in the Matrix) >>>>>[Buzz, you're not tired from yesterday, but from last night. If I remember corrctly, YOU were the one who suggested that we watch all 24 episodes of "Battlestar Galatica", last night.]<<<<< --Shadow (19:18:57 EST/11:14:54) >>>>>[Luci, you are annoying. Amusing, but annoying. Mayhaps we could meet to discuss the problem of having humans confuse you. On my word, I would not try anything at such a meet to harm you. You seem to be an interesting, what is the word, character. You have piqued my interest.]<<<<< -David Richard Aniz Karl Etherial <20:26:40/11-14-54> *****Encrypt Gandalf***** >>>>>[Wizard, I need to know base time you need. It seems someone has had an accident. I had to leave friday with T.C. to find him. He's in bad condition. I can probably have him flown here. He's currently in the UCAS Detroit area. T.C. was unable to help him due to the lack of healing spells. I was seeing how close you are to being 'on-line'. Masque is/was a rigger. Barely 18. I guess you could say I sponsored him. I kept him out of the gangs. Paid for his cyber and schooling. I guess I feel responsible for him because I am.]<<<<< -Harlequin *****Encrypt Snarking Boojams***** >>>>>[Thank Harlequin for the encrypt. No, Raven, he isn't going to TNO. He has other worries on his mind. That is why he asked me to go in his place. You can come, I suppose, but I don't put up with that 'babe' crap that you deal to T.C. Just to forewarn you.]<<<<< -Sabre <20:35:48/11-14-54> >>>>>[Who /is/ this Transformer person, and why is he so hot to get himself in trouble with all the rest of us? Anyone got any info on him? He working for anyone? He wouldn't happen to be some sort of expert on toxic shamans, would he...?]<<<<< -- Brandywine <22:39:31 / 14.11.54> *****Encrypt STREETWOLF/RAVEN MPCPS***** >>>>>[Hoi you two. Are you going to sit on your petards all day or answer me? I mean, I have to arrange for passports and visa's and what not. And Harlequin being distracted by other things is not helping any. I can't count on him for anything right now. He wouldn't say whats wrong, and I couldn't crack T.C. either. Odd. The only thing I know for sure is that it has to do with the Detroit area. I mean, he won't even tell his sister. Bah! Men. What do I know or care.]<<<<< -Sabre <00:28:11/11-15-54> >>>>>[Exactly why am I to be more defendable. And what sort of 'fun' are you planning. Your tone suggests something far from fair play. Am I to trust you? Am I to treat you as honorably as I would any other? Or do you 'play' by the rule, Honor is for those who can afford it? You do have me intrigued. Most curious. However I do not have the time for games right now.]<<<<< -David 'Drake' Etherial <00:32:33/11-15-54> >>>>>[Where did you take my Uncle Val!? I want my Uncle back!]<<<<< -- Little Dragn(00:42:45/11-15-54) *****Encrypt OP Harlequin MPCP***** >>>>>[Not too long, really. We can keep the brain alive and active by utilizing his datajack to keep him in touch with reality and to tell him exactly what is going to happen to him. I can have a surgeon relatively quickly, although he hasn't done a full cranial removal before. Basically, we let the body die as we pull the cerebellum from the braincase and cut the spinal vertebra and disks away from the spinal cord. And we have to VERY carefully sever the spinal nerves from... Well, that' really all details that only the surgeon really need to know. And I've found the Op Theatre for the operation. Slash had set up a place for his friend Alex Jackson, before his death, where he could perform headware implantation. It isn't designed for full bodily replacements or large scale nutrient tank work, but by noon it could be converted(I've been working on it all weekend) over to serve the purpose. But I need the operational devices, and I can't make them myself. After surgery, we can keep Masque alive almost indefinately, albiet a pretty uneventful life, but we will have time to aquire them then. What is Masque's condition and stability, as well as bodily mass and**include data questions from file**. That's easier than asking them all in real time... I can be back "on-line" as you say, in little over 24 hours, and we can begin the process of the operation before then, at about 20 hours. Just so long as the nutrient vat is operational as soon as the operation is finished.]<<<<< -- Wizard(00:55:54/11-15-54) >>>>>[Of course, if you have the facilities or the contacts to get me the rest of this stuff***include list*** and the people to implement it in a location who's exact whereabout really shouldn't ever be known, then we can cut that down...]<<<<< -- Wizard(00:57:34/11-15-54) ***** ENCRYPT: FRACTAL PASTRY V.21.0 >>>>>[ REPORT, Designate Quantum: I was forced to take a direct hand today, sir. Everything's being blown way out of proportion, and the Sect is really pulling out all the stops trying to get to this 'B-Team.' The member known as TickTock tried to steal some military-grade explosives from McChord AFB earlier today. Unfrortunately for him, the Sect knew exactly what kind of bang-bang he'd go for and were lying in wait for him. A number of inconsequential UCAS personnel were sanctioned in the process, but with a little creative programming (and many thanks to these semi-aware frames of yours. sheer genius, those) I was able to distract them long enough to get them into a firefight with security forces, allowing TickTock to escape relatively unscathed. At no time did I blow my cover, and I request that I be allowed to continue on this assignment.]<<<<< --Quantum (**T/D DELETED**) **TRANSMISSION UNKNOWN** >>>>>[ Don't worry, Little Dragon. As soon as my lazy friends get up today, don't count on it before noon, they will be feeding some footage I shot of the meet, for you curious as to this Dane O'Kennedy, and the actual snatch, which was entirely peaceful. Your uncle is safe and I will not allow him to come to harm and neither will Sarah, a friend of mine who's taken a liking to him. Apparently, they have a lot in common.]<<<<< -- Silverflame <00:31:01/11-15-54> >>>>>[Yeoman...Payment delivered...Delay caused by Evasion]<<<<< -- (No Signature) <09:00:00/11-15-2054> >>>>>[Chrome Alone : You're in. Get your equipment to ***Location*** The grungework is completed, the TB is operational, but only barely. Finetuning is necessary. Workingplace will be guarded, but no intru- sion expected. Payment negotiable. Depends on work and success. Steel Angel : Wait till you come back here, sis. We got to talk. Golden Cat : Get your Master here as fast as can be.]<<<<< -- TOMBSTONE (Master of the Macabre) <09:22:50/11-15-2054> >>>>>[TOMBSTONE ??? How did you get to my hideout ??? How did you find it ??? Curse you, bro. Do you always have to meddle in my affairs???]<<<<< -- Steel Angel <09:23:30/11-15-2054> >>>>>[Oh my... They're at it again...]<<<<< -- Golden Cat <09:23:55/11-15-2054> >>>>>[You stay out of this, Kitty... AND STAY AWAY FROM MY DECK !!!]<<<<< -- Steel Angel <09:24:00/11-15-2054> >>>>>[Shut Up, Kitty.]<<<<< -- TOMBSTONE (Master of the Macabre) <09:24:02/11-15-2054> ##ENCRYPT:EXTRACTIONORDERS >>>>>[You know what this encryption means. Need Lightspeed out and fast. Also try to get a comprehensive background him.]<<<<< -- Red <02:45:05/11-15-54> ##ENCRYPT:NODEPOSITNORETURN >>>>>[Understood]<<<<< -- Brodo <02:47:39/11-15-54> >>>>>[Oooo. I'm annoying now. Just think, I haven't done anything but say stuff. Now, I've been talking over my 'problem' (if it can be described as such, but frankly I don't see it that way) of being confused about human/metahuman behavior with all different kinds of people for the last real long time, and I .still. haven't seen anything that makes any kind of real sense about you people to me. And it's real nice I've piqued your interest, seeing as you've piqued mine. I don't mind if we meet, but I refuse your 'word' on your trying to hurt me -- your kind has broken your word too often for me to really trust you. Yes, you can treat me as honorably as you wish to treat any other -- but maybe I've been affected by living with the boss too long; when it comes right down to the wire, I don't really give a damn about honor as long as I continue to survive. And everything is a game, Drake-dude. Everything. It's just that in some places we keep scores by the number of people we control, some others by how much land we control, others by how much money we control. A very very few of us keep track by other, less mundane means.... Tell me, Drakerooni, what do you keep track with?]<<<<< -- Lightbringer (6:24:42/11-15-54) >>>>>[***Encrypt: SolStaff*** Salina, Deren, I've got your info on that house. It was rented about a week after the hit was started -- making it a little more than that after the Lady Diana was extended the invitation to drop by for an extended visit. According to records from TMA, two days afterwards a high-speed Matrix access channel was extended to the lodge.]<<<<< -- Prometheus (7:30:30/11-15-54) >>>>>[***Encrypt: SolStaff*** TMA??]<<<<< -- Dr. Salina Aquaria (7:42:53/11-15-54) Tir Matrix Association. 'Ma Bell' for Tir Tairnguire. Anyhow, according to a couple of other places, local Peacekeeper forces, so on and so forth, a few deliveries were made there -- a small construction crew was working inside the house for about a week, and immediately after that, for another couple of days, there was what might be termed a 'medical delivery' -- the people I got it off of somewhat assumed it was some rich old fragger, going to enjoy his last days in the pristine air of the wilds. So what if some of the deliverymen and the work crew took strolls in the forest now and then, eh? 'ccording to what I dug out, some minor work was done on the Ganz estate, as well. I'd say that was his landline into the other guy's system. Whaddaya think??]<<<<< -- Prometheus (7:47:19/11-15-54) >>>>>[***Encrypt: Prince Solarial*** My Lord Prince, we have strong reason to believe that Kinealthas Morkai, alias The (Dead) Wyrm Ouroboros, is not, indeed, deceased. #include evidence.txt.Z That is the full of our evidence and our suspicion, Your Highness.]<<<<< -- K. Deren (8:00:00/10-13-54) >>>>>[ I am in need of someone to obtain information on the whereabouts of a certain private individual. The fee is negotiable but should be very attractiveto most entrepreneurs. I will also require people for a combat team in the near future, anyone interested reply to this node. All operations will most likely take place in the seattle area ]>>>>> Vertical <12:53:27,15 Nov.> *****ENCRYPT: 4U version 2.6:Vertical***** >>>>>(Hum...About the wereabouts of that "certain private individual", if you want non matrix information, i think i may be of some help. As to the combat team; if you need magical talent, contact me.)<<<<< Spiral <14:35:54/15-11-54> *****Encrypt Sabre_MPCP >>>>>[Sabre, sorry abou' th' delay bu' I wa' unable ta check messages. I am in fer th' trip. Oh ya don't need ta get me a passport or a visa as I am a citizen of TNO. I will be 'ere waitin ta hear from ya. I ca' go at an'time.]<<<<< -- STREETWOLF(Fire is an Elf's Best Friend)(9:59:00/11:15:54) >>>>>[I don't care if you don't trust me, I was just giving you my word as to the fact that I was not going to try and harm you if and when we talked. So how about it? Real or virtual. You ask how I keep score. I still content that life is not a game. A game has some sort of stakes that you play for. I live life on my terms, for the most part. Not for material wealth. Not for magic aquired. Not for lives ruined. Some peoples lives are too short to do that. Have they lived in vain? Those with longer life spans may hunger for such trivialities. Rare, indeed, is the being that does not. That lives life for its very existance. For the thrill of life, so to speak. Me? I just try to manage one day at a time. To find the special things each day.]<<<<< -David 'DRAKE' Etherial <10:16:12/11-15-54> >>>>>[Alright. I understand. I kinda knew you were a citizen, I didn't know if you still had that status. Raven? Time to work a little magic. And yes, I know where you come from, Raven. Work the magic for me so that I can go.]<<<<< -Sabre <10:26:47/11-15-54> >>>>>[ Brandon I'm sorry but we were at a loss with said spell in the end we destroyed it simply to see if we may learn something from it's destruction. I did find the references that I was looking for, it was a small paper that caught my eye at the time but was widely ignored and discredited. Written by a Miss M.Tadstock of the UCLA, in it she proposes a number of techniques whereby a whole new area of magic could be accessed by forming links with the metaplanes. She goes on a little more about possible ways but gives nothing definate, I'm going to read through it again and the references she gave with the document. I'll probably contact her in a day or two. If you'd like to come round to my place at some time we can have dinner, I have a house guest who is a particulary fine cook and I'm sure I can persuade him to rustle something tasty up. We also need to have a talk about my findings in the insect shamans thesis. ]<<<<< -Sean Babrouk (16:44:40/11.15.54) >>>>>[Hey, Bo. Where'y'been?]<<<<< -- Mel (7:48:10/11-15-54) >>>>>[Cinti. Big town, Mel, real big. Bigger'n Louievil.]<<<<< -- Bo (7:48:22/11-15-54) >>>>>[Yeah?? What they got, Louievil don't??]<<<<< -- Mel (7:48:43/11-15-54) >>>>>[Well, not much, Mel. Jus' lot more of it. Better 'Trix, man. Lot more lights 'n' stuff. Got this go-gang, kinda, runs the 'Trix t'gether. Really bitchen. What's ben happ'nin' here'bouts while I been gone, Mel?]<<<<< -- Bo (7:54:00/11-15-54) >>>>>[Bad luck, Bo, real bad. 'Member Dewey?]<<<<< -- Mel (7:55:12/11-15-54) >>>>>[Th' Sysop??]<<<<< -- Bo (7:55:26/11-15-54) >>>>>[Yeah, Bo. Dewey's house got, like, bombed. Burned down, Bo. There ain't nothin' left, 'cept f'r th' chimney.]<<<<< -- Mel (7:56:44/11-15-54) >>>>>[Y'mean we lost th' ShadowLand hook? Jeez.... Dewey go down?]<<<<< -- Bo (7:57:03/11-15-54) >>>>>[Naw, Bo, take more'n that, put Dewey down. R'member that bear? An' Dewey's from Ch'cago, Bo, he's seen the big places.]<<<<< -- Mel (7:59:14/11-15-54) >>>>>[Heay, yeah, tha's right. Anybody else in there when it go down, Mel?]<<<<< -- Bo (8:00:02/11-15-54) >>>>>[Mel??]<<<<< -- Bo (8:06:31/11-15-54) >>>>>[Mel??]<<<<< -- Bo (8:12:54/11-15-54) >>>>>[Moe's dead, Bo. KM Moe got hisself pulled out slow-roasted an' shipped off t' cool.]<<<<< -- Mel (8:13:41/11-15-54) >>>>>[Aw, man.... That's not right, man. Moe's not yet twenny, Mel, he can't just get hisself kilt. Who done it, Mel, who??]<<<<< -- Bo (8:14:17/11-15-54) >>>>>[Dewey thinks it was one of Preacher Laurel's bunch, Bo, one a' them notech guys. Cain't prove nuthin', though, Preacher Laurel's got the sheriff on his side. Y'better get home, Bo. Streets'r gonna be dangerous t'night.]<<<<< -- Mel (8:16:16/11-15-54) *****[Spiral>Enigma Pub.key 9]***** >>>>>[Spiral, I need .Any. information that could help me rescue/find my friend, and you may be my only break. What can you tell me? And yes, I do need some arcane assistance on the run, we'll be doing whatever we do right up against the odds friend Spiral. For Honor and the life of a friend. Talk to me of what you know, and we'll discuss your recompense also.]>>>>> -- Vertical ##ENCRYPT:EXTRACTIONFAILURE >>>>>[Sorry Red, have been unable to locate Lightspeed. We've found him once but he relocated before a trace was able to be run. No information has come up other than he has ties to Agrigen. Will keep you informed as new data arrives.]<<<<< -- Brodo <10:41:08/11-15-54> >>>>>[Oh. Okay. Well, I certainly hope you find a lot of special things, Mr. Drakorama. I know I do.]<<<<< -- Lightbringer (14:05:28/11-15-54) >>>>>[ I don't usually reply to this ShadowLand, but your offer, Vertical sounded to good to pass up. I also have a few friends who would like any type of combat they can get. We all seem to be a little restful from inaction lately. If you want us just contact me here. ]<<<<< -- Binary 0010 <15:41:34/11-15-54> >>>>>[Well, which would you prefer. Real meat to meat conversation (its an expression) or a virtual meet. I know of several such places this could take place. And yes, I do find a lot of special and wonderous things.]<<<<< -David 'The Drake' Etherial <16:59:16/11-15-54> >>>>>[NightWolf, I got the Location of our target. Its a tough hit, but I think we can manage it. So its a go on your word. Tell me when you'll be ready. ***NIGHTWOLF?D>EITHNE*** I have the exact location, and a good layout, of where Journey is being held. The place itself is out of the way, and probably has some auto-defenses, but only a few guards. The unfortunate part is that I can't get info telling me exactly where Journey will be inside the structure. Nevertheless, NightWolf and I can do the extraction on a few hours notice. I say we do this run soon, and get out of here*** ***NightWolfONLY*** NightWolf, Journey is at location ***TARGETX***. We'll need the usual extraction gear: Machine pistols, narcojets, patches, camouflage suits, grenades. Also, we need to arrange an alternate form of escape. I want people standing by to take u us out of the Tir, in case Eithne tries a doublecross*** * **NOBLEHOUSE-S + NOBLE-S*** How are you feeling ? What happened on the trip ? I need to know soon. What a are we going to do about the failure ??? Its worse than we thought. The whole plan might be blown. Is the threat gone, surpressed, dead, or waiting in ambush ? Things are critical and we need to patch this up. it that your consensus opinion is that W is alive. What are our options ?***]<< -- Sun (15:00:00/11.15.54) >>>>>[Back again. Hopefully this time, it will all go through for the final time. I hope this does, because afterwards, I am just going to go on a hunting spree to find who made these damn transmitters and make that person cook for a bit. *mutter* Anyway, here's the rest of the video (hopefully) *** Transmission error *** *** Transmission malfunction -- Transmission aborted *** (Firewraith kicks the machine hard!) *** Resuming transmission *** Bruce *sighs*: Well you've all been wondering what the frag I've been up to for the past several months or so, . . . *sigh* I guess it's time to get comfortable, it's going to be a long one. Could I get a drink of something before I begin. Blitzkrieg: By all means. Go for it. Bruce, walks out of the room. He goes down the hallway and fixes himself a synth-fruit juice drink. Coming back, he sits down, takes a sip of his drink and sets it down beside him on the floor. Bruce: Let's see, this all more or less started back when the newspaper had that little clip about me being hired as an Consultant for MIT&M for reasons unknown. Ya know, occasionaly the newsnets that the average person reads are actually worth something. *smiles weakly* Anyway, here goes: I was hired by MIT&M due to my background to be an expert "finder of lost objects for the deptartment." I got the side bonus of being able to take a few things for myself along the way. I got to Boston on the day of that news article, not particulay thrilled with the fact that I was in the news. At least they didn't get a picture. Shadowfox: Yeah gettin my picture taken hasn't been one of my most favorite things in the world either. Phoenix (muttering): I can't imagine why.... Karl chuckles politely: I can. . . . Bruce: Be that as it may, I entered negotiations, and got a contract settled in 2 days. They must have wanted me bad. I needed the money so I ran. Before I get too far, I must say, I had no clue until I heard about Blitzkrieg's arm, that you even thought that I had a clue as to where Rebecca is. Matter of fact, I talked to her Tuesday before I left. I told her what I was up to. She was rather vague on what you (points at Shadowfox) were up to and said that she had no future jobs lined up, but was sort of looking for a job. I wished her good luck, she wished me the same, and we left it at that. Shadowfox *sighs sadly*: She never even told me you called. The last time I saw her was the day after that. Bruce: I understand your feelings. If I had been aware of what happened, I would have skipped my job to go help you all out in finding her. I am truly worried about her. Anyway, from there I went to lovely old Berlin. Was there for about 5 days. Paid my respects to one of the concentration camps, and dug through some libraries. From there, I went to London. Come to think about it, I've seem to be doing a lot of sight seeing on my job for them. Anyway, I went *surprise* sight seeing for 3 days. Then I did some exploring and rumming in Scotland and then Wales for 3 weeks each. After that I went to Greece and immediately went digging. I didn't find what I was looking for, but trouble did a good job of finding me. I decided that I don't like it, when people decide that they don't want me outside of a noose for a hangman. Makes the day most unpleasant. Shadowfox: I would have to agree with you there. Blitzkrieg (quitely): I know what it feels like, and would also agree with you very much. Firewraith squeezes Blitzkrieg's hand a little. Bruce smiles briefly. Looks down at his feet, and just sits there for a bit. Gawk clears his throat loudly. Bruce jumps a bit from the sound of that and continues his story. Bruce: Moving right along, time keep on going by and I wasn't getting anywhere, and I went through Israel, down to Egypt. It's quite lovely down there. Gawk (dripping with Sarcasm): I bet. Karl and Bruce glare at him. Bruce: It is, but don't take my word for it, go down there yourself, young one. Sheeesh, I'm old enough to be his father, and he's giving me lip. Gawk: Why you snotty little breeder... Shadowfox (interupting): Gawk, he is old enough to be your father. But that isn't the point. It won't help us any if we can't get along now. So please be patient. Gawk (grumbling): At least my father is a decent man, unlike this bastard. Bruce glares very cooly at Gawk. Gawk doesn't shift under the glare and returns it fully. Firewraith snaps her fingers loudly which shifts their glances at her. Firewraith: Could you save it for some other place. Your glaring is getting pretty boring. Gawk: Sorry he isn't exciting enough for you... Phoenix: Don't finish that thought, or I have a feeling, she'll cook you alive. Shadowfox nods in agreement. Gawk grumbles. . . Bruce: I was in the middle of an exciting dig, when the news hit that Blitzkrieg, was in hot water in Germany from stealing the sword and other things, and that he was there to find me. So I told Karl to look into it. Karl: As you know, I found out that it was going on, and got them out of Berlin, as quickly as I could. Gawk humphs.... Bruce: Anyway, realizing what everybody thought was going on, I tried to get this meeting arranged. . . once I could get free. Firewraith: Karl informed me what Bruce wanted to do, and I thought it was a good idea. So between Karl and I got this meeting going. And here we are. Shadowfox: This raises a few questions though... mainly was it MIT&M that was leading us into traps left and right... Bruce: It wouldn't surprise me. They really hate when people but into their business. To bad you couldn't have gotten ahold of me through the phone, we could have saved a lot of time in pain. I'm truly sorry at all the things that have happened. Blitzkrieg: Don't dwell on it Bruce. There is no way things could have gone differently. The paths have already been treaded. Now it's time to move on. Phoenix: I suppose that depends on what the hell is our next plan. Blitzkrieg: I don't mean to sound rude or ungrateful, but I am not ready to charge in S.E. Asia. I think I need some time to get used to things again. And do lot's of thinking. Shadowfox: I understand completely. If there's anything I can do for you in the future, I'll do my best to help out. Phoenix: Yeah, Blitzkrieg, null sweat. I, for one didn't really expect you to want to go off on the rest of the job, with out some time, to re-evaluate things. Your not coming off ungrateful if you want some spare time. Bruce: Agreed. WHAT: Aye, you need to get use to that, er your arm. Get some sun in Seattle. Phoenix (chuckling): What sun in Seattle... Try some place like the CAS if you want sun. WHAT blushes faintly. Bruce smiles. A few quiet moments pass.... Shadowfox: That still leaves the question of what to do next. Bruce: I have a few ideas of what to try, if your willing to hear them out, but first, I want to ask Firewraith something. Firewraith: Ask away. Bruce: I am assuming given all things considered, that you aren't particularly high on leaving Blitzkrieg. Firewraith: That is correct. I think I could use the slower pace for a while. Bruce (smiles warmly): I can relate to that. He pauses for a bit, and finishes off his juice. Bruce: Here's my plan for the future. I am going to Washington Dee Cee, to see if I can find some info for the dig in Egypt. Then I am going back to Egypt to continue working until the dig is finished. Should be within a month. Then I will gladly help you out in finding Rebecca. Phoenix: Do you think it is wise to delay for another month? Shadowfox: Considering how much contact she made before she disappeared and the fact that nobody could find any info on her out there, then I suppose *sigh* it a month can't make things too worse, besides, we are all at the end of our ropes right now. It gives Blitzkrieg and Firewraith a chance to decide if they want back in by the time we are ready to go. Shadowfox watches Bruce for a few moments. Bruce: I think you shouldn't pay for my bills. On two accounts. Firstly, I can get you free travel, plus paid for some easy action in Dee Cee plus Egypt. Secondly, I can get MIT&M to cover travel expenses. *He smirks a bit* Besides it wouldn't hurt them at all to pay up for some the frag they put you all through. Shadowfox: But.... This was my idea. I can't make you go paying for everything. Bruce: Shadowfox, look at this way. One, you've been shelling out for an awful lot doing everything you have been doing. Your bank can't possibly hold out forever on this, and Rebecca is my ex-wife. I still love her, and don't want pay for this. I'm not offering to help pay for everyone else's paycheck to do this, but there is no way in hell, that I wouldn't do this for her. Besides it time she learned that everytime you get in a fight with someone, doesn't mean you should run off and hide in some remote part of the world. Shadowfox: But.... This might cost your job with Mit&M.... Bruce: Highly unlikely. Besides, with my job, I can almost guarantte that they will overlook the problems in Boston. And I seem to be making enough under the table money and prestige for them by my findings, that they won't argue, that I wouldn't need jobs. I have thought this out. Let me help you Shadowfox. Shadowfox: I'll never be able to make this up to you, for doing this. Bruce: Don't sweat it. You helped me the last time something this serious happened, and you never yelled give me money or anything. It's time to return the favor. Shadowfox (quitely): Thanks for everything Bruce. Bruce: My pleasure. It was fun meeting you all, but I think it is high time we get the hell out of here. Phoenix raises an eyebrow. Bruce: Karl and I were tailed a lot the past few days. Shadowfox: I'm not surprised. I seem to attract that a lot. Have lots of unfriendly people that want my head mounted above a fireplace. Bltizkrieg: Fat chance they'll get that. WHAT: Aye, that be the truth. Bruce: Firewraith and Blitzkrieg. Thank you for this opportunity. I hope things get better for both of you. Take care. Bruce reaches over and shakes hands with Blitzkrieg and hugs Firewraith. Bruce: Gawk, could I ask you a question. Gawk (angerly): Why not... Bruce: Would you come with us to Washington? Your skills are valued, and I would like to get on better terms with you than I did today. You know. Take you out one night with all of us, and get wildly smashed and such. Gawk: I suppose so. I still could use the money. Bruce smiles. Bruce: Take care. Bruce puts on his jacket. Everybody else, save Blitzkrieg and Firewraith do the same. Karl: I am glad to see you mostly on your feet again you two. Take care. Blitzkrieg: Thanks for everything you've done for us, Bruce and Karl. It was more than was neccessary. Bruce: No it wasn't, but let's save that for some other time. Firewraith nods. Phoenix: Take care you two. Firewraith: Take care Phoenix. WHAT (kisses Firewrait hon the cheek and grins): Look after the old nutter. (turning to Blitzkrieg, shakes his flesh hand) Don't be doing anything dim, well until we next meet any'how. Firewraith: I'll do that... Blitzkrieg (good naturely): Don't worry WHAT, I'll take extra care, not to get myself wraithed. Blitzkrieg: Take care Gawk. Try and be patient. Things do tend to improve. Gawk: Take good care of our selves. (It seems to you that he might have directed more weight toward Firewraith, but she seems to have missed that) Blitzkrieg: Thanks. Everybody walks out except for Shadowfox. Shadowfox: If there is anything I can do for you at all, just give me a call. Here's your payment for all that you've done (throws to credsticks on the bed) No they aren't enough to pay for all the damage, but I hope it covers something of them. Take care. Blitzkrieg: Actually this is all more than I expected. Take care of yourself Shadowfox. And please don't go blaming this on yourself. It wouldn't be fair to do that. Firewraith: And besides, you have more important things to think about. Be sure to do your homework, while you are in Washington. It would be wise. Shadowfox: I'll do that. Shadowfox smiles warmily at them both. He then hugs them both, and takes his leave of them. *** Meanwhile outside the room **** WHAT: Bruce, could ya do me a favor? Bruce: Depends on the favor. What's up? (smiles a little at the pun). Bruce: Sometime, your going to have to tell me how you got the running name. WHAT: Aye, I'll do that some night. Anyway, I picked up this sword recently. I seem to get this err. . .bloody odd feelin when I touch it. Is it errr. . . magic? Bruce takes the sword out of the sheath. It's a half-restored Italien Two-handed sword. He closes his eyes for a bit. And then he opens them abit. He puts the sword through some motions (you notice he is fairly decent with a sword). Bruce: What sort of sensations do you feel when you use the sword? WHAT: Sort of tingling sensation. . .and an experience some redness in my hands afterwards. Bruce hmmmms a little. He reaches over to his weapons, and pull out a knife. This isn't going to hurt much. He puts the bare blade over WHAT's hand. Bruce: Make your hand sweatty by flexing it a few times. WHAT does as he is told. Right as Bruce takes the knife blade off the skin, Shadowfox emerges. Bruce looks at WHAT's hand. Well, my son, it would appear that you have a slight allergy to something like reniassance iron. WHAT: Is it dangerous? Bruce laughs: Ahhhhh no. It's just annoying. Don't sweat over it. Phoenix erupts into laughter and they all head off down the stairs after gathering their various gear. **** End Transmission ***** Well that's the end. I'm glad I don't have to fight with another one of these machines for a bit. Talk to you all later.]<<<<< -- Firewraith <17:02:50/11-15-54> >>>>>[Hoi, chummers. Just a small post to let all you, who may or may not care, that we are leaving Egypt tommorrow at 0600. (which gives us over here about 29 hours to figure out what we are doing...) Destination.... well I'll keep that quiet, just so I don't get us into too much trouble. Talk to you later. Oh, Blitzkrieg, will you and Firewraith be joining us?]<<<<< -- Shadowfox <03:10:07/11-16-54> >>>>>[Shadowfox, I'm afraid, we are going to have to pass. We're helping Josie settle some things out so he doesn't go nuts. Have fun with all the cuisine over there in the area you'll be going to... Best luck.]<<<<< -- Blitzkrieg <17:11:45/11-15-54> >>>>>[Thanks. Interesting choice of words.... take care of yourselves and Josie then. I'll catch you on the other side, at some point in the future.]<<<<< -- Shadowfox <03:13:04/11-16-54> >>>>>[I have been returned. I am now recovering at my cottage estate. It seems I have missed much while I was gone. I wonder how much has really changed. The "talk" I recieved was most enlightening. Maybe its too bad I did not receive it sooner. In any case, Prometheus, Dr. Aquaria, Seneshal, I read your reports . . . they are disturbing if true (which I'm sure they are). While this is a problem, it is not necessarily a fatal one. I want you to get any, and all, information you can get. Next use this to get me a name or number or location. Soon. My absense almost cost me the Candidacy as it is. No foul ups. But once we have the clues I want to intitiate an Isolate or Contact operation, NOT, I repeat, NOT a Sweep or Neutralize operation. I don't want . . . . to make THAT mistake again. After a successful I or C, I want to be called personally -- I'll handle it from there on. By the way, thank you for your efforts on my behalf. I have never had a better staff. One who is called Hermit, the one of deadly grace and green cloak, I recognized you. Oh yes I did. Among all the invaders of my house you stood out . . . and now I remember why. Kahn, is it not ? Yes, of course it is. So "Hermit" what brings a Tirian dissident, a Paladin of the personal house guard of a REAL Prince no less, into contact with the shadowrunners who kidnapped me ? You know, there is still a Royal Death Warrant for you. I advise you great caut ion. Do not worry, I bear you no ill will. Rather I respect you. I did not reve...]<<<<< -- Prince Solarial (15:20:11/11.15.54) >>>>>[Sorry I was out of touch, but I had some research to do of my own. It was tremendously important, otherwise I would have been on-scene. Red, I must apologize for not seeing to your safety personally -- we would have faced disaster had you fallen into LightSpeed's hands. I hope you and the Fuzz are alright. May your journey be a fruitful one. Brandy' and the others should be able to help us. Spice, I got some serious news here. I did alot of legwork and found out that several weeks ago Agrigen had a huge comprehensive operation running. Under the pretense of wanting to build a new complex Agrigen sent out several teams of "surveyors" (read scouts) to many location in Seattle AND throughout the world. They also aquired, legally, through city planning offices the layouts of several particular city sections. Guess what ? All the places that have had accidents were "surveyed" by Agrigen. I would guess that they are going down their list of sites creating mayhem. But here's the good news. A few of the sites the scouted have not been attacked - we could ambush them there when they try to attack them. Whats your take on this ? Sean, I'm back. Sorry I had to split. Sean, we're kind of working as a team, so I feel I have to say this right out. I am anxious about turning over data on the use of multiplanar spells to an insect shaman. I'm no neanderthal data should not be turned over to a man who's beliefs and intentions we don't understand. Thats it.]<<<<< -- NightShade (15:40:23/11.15.54) >>>>>[ Hello, folks. Just a little report from "friendly" old Ireland. Well, we are now in a less secure jail, though still quite pleasant. I even got my camera back, wonder of wonders. There does seem to be some sort of intense background count along the Ant Sligh Mhor. Be careful there, it seems to manipulate emotions somehow. Ahh, it's been too long. I've forgotten how lovely the country can be... To all worried parties, Valentine has not been hartmed at all, etc. Basically, the O'Kennedy's are keeping their word about no harm coming to him. Just relax for awhile and he'll probably get out safe.]<<<<< -- Silverflame <16:37:47/11-15-54> >>>>>[ Here it is. The little recording of the meet and snatch concerning Valentine and this Dane chick. If you want more details, shoot it yourself next time. As to the conversation, some of it has been "misplaced" for purposes of security, ya understand. *****INCLUDE A/V FEED On the screen, a picture comes into focus. It is dark for a second, then light-enhancing circuits come into play and a somewhat colorless (Low Light circuitry) comes into view. On the screen now is a view of a small park. Those familiar with Seattle can discern it, from the surrounding buildings, as **Name** Park at **Street** and **Street**. A human man, dressed in leathers and a large, obscuring duster comes into view and looks up into the camera. On his face is a design of some sort, not really recognizable. Silverflame: Is it working, guys? Silverflame: Camera 2, check. This repeats several times, with cameras 2 through 4 along the outside of the park and camera 5 and 6 focused on two benches. The scene rotates randomly between them until one catches on someone sitting down at one of the benches, about 35 minutes later. The scene stabilizes there, on a view of a female elf dressed in robes embroidered with Celtic designs. She appears to be in her mid or late 20's. The elf sits down and shortly the painted man comes into view. Walking to the bench, he swirls a courtly little bow, keeping his hands away from the weapons this reveals. Silverflame: I presume that you are one Dane O'Kennedy? I am known as Silverflame currently. Dane O'Kennedy: Currently? I shall forbear to ask of your older names then. Here is the first half of your money. As soon as your associates are here, we can go. The lady, quite pretty now that the camera is focused closer, holds out a credstick to the man, who takes it. Silverflame: (Hereafter titled SF) Good, you seem to be quite a reasonable employer. I trust that I will find this credstick in order. What more can you tell me of our target? The man smiles briefly and interrupts the elf, informing her of a new arrival before turning in that direction. SF: Your pardon. We seem to have company coming. The lady raises an eyebrow and looks that way as well. Dane O'Kennedy: (Hereafter titled DOK) Really? It seems you are quite prepared for this meeting. Shall we wait for him to continue? SF: Assuredly. And a most strange individual as well. Ruthenium hair, of all things. The two wait and soon a strange looking individual comes into view, a short, stocky human, close to dwarf-sized, his hair and clothing visibly changing color as he moves, blending in with the background. His only visible weapons seem to be a machine pistol and a sword. He slowly approaches the two. Quicksilver: (Hereafter titled Q) Hiya, you Dane O'Kennedy? Good, I'm Quicksilver. Do you have the nuyen? The woman offers this man a credstick and he quickly takes it, slipping it into a pocket on his ever-shifting jumpsuit. As the man is relazing, his advance safely in his possession, all three turn, startled, as another elven woman appears, standing beside Silverflame and garbed totally in silver and grey, even extending to her hair. Sarah: Now, Jerricho, why didn't you tell me you got a job? And it's very uncouth to be deceptive with an employer, don't you know? The new arrival waves her hand at Silverflame and suddenly a taller elven male stands where there was seconds before a human. Sarah then grins impishly at the elf and turns her gaze to the other two people present. SF: ARGHH! Do you ALWAYS have to meddle?!? Now where am I going to get another mage to quicken a mask on me, Sarah? Obe of these times you are going to go too far... Sarah: Oh, posh. You love me too much to do anything. Oh, and on the subject of deceptive, Lady Druid, why do you mask your power from the world? You should be proud of your ability. Shaking his head, the now-revealed elf apologizes for his friend's behavior. The three talk for a short while more, the mischievous silver elf chiming in every once in a while, until the man announces the arrival of the last member of their little soire. After giving him his pay, Dane O'Kennedy informs them of their destination and they set off. The cameras shut off and then come to life again, this time their subtle shiting revealing them as drone-mounted. The drone follows the group to a building, the camera shutting off enough so that you are not quite of the location. It shows sign of recent and continuing construction. The three men and two women go into the building. Relatively soon and with no sounds discernible to the now stabilised and resting drone, they come back out with a tall male elf, appearing to be in his early 30's and dressed in normal street clothing. The drone beginsto pick up their speech, once more aloft. Valentine: You will see to it that my wards are protected and cared for? Dane: You have my word that they will be cared for, Valentine. Val: Good, then let us be off. Silverflame: Sir, we'll be leaving soon. Are you very good with that lyre there? I am a bit of a musician myself. And if it will ease your mind, I'll have some friends of mine look after the kids and make sure the one we had to put to sleep is OK. Sarah, do you think you could get Rebecca to watch over them? Val: Yes, you might say that I've had a bit of practice with it. My thanks for your offer, though I think Ms. O'Kennedy's help will prove good enough. Silverflame: Please, allow me. It would ease my conscience for taking away their mentor for this short time. Val: If you insist. Sarah, looking curiously at the older elf and his lyre, shakes her head and turns back to her friend, smiling faintly. Sarah: Of course. You know Becca's crazy about kids. I have no doubt that she will know soon enough... The conversation dies out from there as the drone lifts further away from the speakers and the camera shuts off. *****END A/V FEED Well, there you are. That should be good enough for most of you to see that the elf's not hurt. Sorry about the delay but then, security's necessary, doncha know? Catch you later.]<<<<< --Hellhound <11:56:11/11-15-54> *****Encrypt HELTER.SKELTER v.4.3 Target MPCP: Vertical***** >>>>>[Vertical, tell your team that I owe them one. That ambush took me totaly by surprise. Luckily, I was not killed, as is obvious from my posting. My wounds are healing slowly, but I am anxious to track down these bastards. Hits like that are professional and planned well in advance. My employer is definitely involved somehow, he was to meet me at **Location** half an hour after our trade. It was he who suggested the location due to his "time and resource constraints." As to why Daniter is so important that's unknown at this time. The terrorrist attack on Seattle Corporate Conglomerate Tower is also suspicious. I'm laying low for the moment, as I suggest the Eyrie do to for the moment. That hit was not only meant to capture Daniter, it was also orchestrated to eliminate all traces of the employment. I'm downloading some vid recording from my initial meet with Mr, Johnson. It appears we're in this together. >>>Download A/V File Tollier.Johnson<<< The initial image is of a dark deserted street. It is raining heavily outside, causing the strong flourescent street lights to glow eirily. The view is from the front seat of luxury car or limo. The upholstry and dash board is top quality and the Toyota logo can be seen on the lower-right hand corner of the front windshield. The view scans the street slowly stopping on a form huddling next to a dumpster in an alleyway. After a few seconds the scan continues. (Deep gruff voice to the left of the camera): When's the fragging suit gonna get here? We gotta be at Rena's in two hours for that meet with the **Beep** people. (Voice eminating from below the camera): Be patient Jocko. The camera is now obviously implanted in a cybereye. A time read out indicates that it is 0231 in a subdued red display. Every thirty seconds or so, the camera's image shifts to the color-less green-tinted view of low light vision and then to the dull blue and bright reds of thermographic before returning to normal vision. A car approaches the Toyota from the front and pulls over to the sidewalk directly in front of the viewer's vehicle. The car is a beat-up Ford Americar, rusted along the bottom with a dull tan paint job. Out steps a Man wearing a thick trench coat. He quickly walks into the adjascent alleyway, out of sight from the camera. The Americar flashes its lights at the camera, a sign of some sort. Jocko: "You need me to cover ya' Maurice? Maurice: No, this one isn't going to try anything. We aren't dealing with thrill gangers here. Just watch the car and if anyone else gets out, you get out. And...leave the Mossberg in the car. The camera view turns and a arm reaches out from below to open the car door. Out steps the viewer who quicly jogs into the alleyway. The alleyway is narrow and partially light by the nearby street lamp. Garbage litters the floor, a steel door can be seen down the alleyway about ten meters in the side of one of the buildings. Waiting for Maurice, huddled in his trench coat, with the collar turned up and his hands shoved into his pockets is the Mr. Johnson. He is wearing a black berret in addition to his trench coat, and ensignia of a crimson horsehoe can barely be distinguished. The man is about forty with a small, neatly trimmed goatee. His face is weathered and pock-marked by what appear to be traces of some childhood disease. In fact, the man does not look healthy, his face is skin on bones, sunken and starved. This is a man who has seen hard times and has survived. Mr. Johnson (at first barely audible over the drumming rain, but his volume appears to amplified, and the background rain blocked out, until only his voice can be heard): "You sure picked a hell of a place to meet Maurice. My contacts tell me you're the best, I sure as hell hope you are." Maurice: "Why's that? What's the nature of this operation?" Mr. Johnson: "Extraction. The target is a Ms. Gene Daniter, a chemict for... Maurice: "Tollier right? She was on Corporate Talk last week. I try and keep myself informed. Why her, there are other more important people in her field?" Mr, Johnson: "I'm not hiring you to ask questions. The reason is not important, only the terms of the employment." Maurice: "Do not jerk me around Johnson, I'm a busy man. Give me all the details, and I'll get you you're shadowrun team." Mr, Johnson: "She is to be kidnapped, for lack of a better word, by the 5th of November and held in captivity til the 12th. There is to be no bodily harm to Ms. Daniter and she is to be held for that time period exactly. For your services I'm willing to offer **Beep**." Maurice: "That shouldn't be a problem. The money is more than generous given the operation. I'll will contact you when the operation has gone underway. I need all monies now though." Mr. Johnson: "Here." The man produces a small plastic tube from his trench coat pocket. He hands to Maurice quickly. His hand shakes constantly throughout the exchange. Maurice: "Nervous, Mr. Johnson? You have nothing to worry about." Mr. Johnson: "Just get her." Mr. Johnson leaves the alleyway quickly. He has a very noticeable limp in his right leg which catches the attention of the viewer. The camera leaves the alleyway slowly, watching the Americar reverse into the street and then leave silently. The camera zooms in on the Americar license plate which can be seen quite visibly. It reads: JKF 561. >>>A/V Link Terminated<<< There's the recording of my meeting. I am definitely in no shape to do any legwork around the city, so for the next couple of days, its up to the Eyrie. As to your companion Shades, I am willing to offer 5K to anyone who aids in his rescue. I will contact you in a day.]<<<<< -- Maurice(20:30:45/11-15-54) >>>>>[$5k ? that don't sound to bad for a rescue. If you need a Razorboy I'm your man.]<<<<< -- Kazaoke (13:40:00/11-16-54) >>>>>[Sean: I would have really liked to have seen that focus, but oh, well. Yes, I think we should have dinner, and discuss a few things. Maybe you can tell me what you did learn about the item before (and during, I guess) it's destruction. I might be able to shed some light of my own.]<<<<< -- Brandon Lowe (19:45:32/11-15-54) >>>>>[Prince Solarial, although I doubt that the Prince would agree, Kahn no longer exists. I am the man he was, yes, but I am Hermit, not Kahn. Although it does surprise me that the Royal Death warrant is still in effect. But with no body, perhaps it shoudn't. As to why I placed myself at risk at your estate, you said yourself that I am a dissident. What better cause than to show humility to one who needed it shown to him. I am required to fight againstthe lofty term "evil" wherever I may find it, be it Corporate influences or the Tirs and thier hidden agendas. We are all allowed to defind "evil" as we wish, just so long as we fight against it somehow, each of us doing our parts in the greater integratic whole. But I seem to have digressed into prelate attitude determination courses from my youth and began spouting a doctrine that few if any believe in. But I wonder how long the Prince has been looking for me. It has been years and still they do not accept that I could escape all thier patrols for so long. Journey knows how, and utilized them for his safety as well. It comes with living as a hermit in the woods.]<<<<< -- Hermit(00:26:51/11-16-54) >>>>>[ I saw your request and will consider it Vertical.... I can get you your data. But tell me more.... I am, after all the Prophet, not the mindreader. I also have a friend who would need your money. He is _very_ good to have on your side of the firefight... I will contact him]>>>>> The Prophet < 12:48:16, 16 Nov> *****Activate TRACE[RED] *****Activate DUMP[DataOutput at *^^Site^^*] *****Activate COLUMN_5[follow TRACE] *****Engage TRACE+DUMP+COLUMN_5 *****TRACE:: Tracing... *****TRACE:: Tracing... *****TRACE:: Backdoor Encountered [System ?*%%*=] *****TRACE:: DataFound[Forward DUMP][Forward COLUMN_5] *****DUMP:: Data dumped at *^^Site^^* *****COLUMN_5:: Entering... Warning!...Warning!...COLUMN_5 corrupted... *****COLUMN_5 corrupted...ControlLoss...ControlLoss... *****COLUMN_5:: [Activate RECALL+PURGE+&&%$(/+MULTIPLY] *****COLUMN_5/Alpha:: [Activate RECALL+PURGE+&%/$+MULTIPLY] *****COLUMN_5/Beta:: [Activate RECALL+PURGE+&%%((+MULTIPLY] *****COLUMN_5/Gamma:: [Activate RECALL+PURGE+%/(/+MULTIPLY] *****Backlash/Backlash/Backlash/Backlash/Backlash/Back* *****SysTime: 09:22:35 *****SysDate: 11-16-2054 >>>>>[Vertical, I am available for a Matrix run, should you still have need of the services of a decker. I also understand you have need of operatives for a mission of a more physical nature. If such is true, then let me just say that I can bench press a panzer with my right arm, and shoot the ace out of a playing card at 300 meters. My brag sheet is available on request.]<<<<< -Yeoman <01:01:32/11/16/54> >>>>>[Alarm!!!Alert!!! Guys and Gals out there...somebody released a big viral construct into the Matrix !! It originated from the Geffen Corp SAN and has multiplied and attacked numerous smaller SANs. So far 28 smaller companies have been affected. The multiplying rate of this thingie is enormous and its destructive capabilities are unknown. It is a big construct (about 1GP in size) but capable of disguising itself as several smaller parts. Virtually it looks like an amorphous mass of goo, that changes shape in rapid succession, never looking the same. I'll be signing off for a time, till this construct is purged from the system.]<<<<< -- Tumbleweed (I don't want my new deck burned) <10:35:20/11-16-54> >>>>>[Message recieved. I think I will try my claws on this one. Expect report in 24 hours. Whish me luck.]<<<<< -- Cat <12:25:19/11-16-54> *****ENCRYPT: 4U version 2.6: Vertical***** >>>>>(I think that i'm very close to find information about your friend. A..... . hum... "friend" of mine told me that maybe tommorow he'll be able to tell me something about it. As to the payment... forget it... i think that friendship is above that. I would do the same you're doing if he was my friend.)<<<<< -- Spiral <12:25:21/16-11-54> >>>>>[ ***** SUN ***** Ready for the run! I'm sure of something, I know nobody here to help us to go out of the Tir. For the special gear, we might call Mz Johnson. I'd already visit the surrounds of ** Target X **. Something struck me like a truck at full speed: There are not enough guards for this kind of prisoner. I feel something is wrong. Perhaps we are going to test a doublecross, I don't know. ***** SUN / Miss D. Eithne ***** Miss, It would be great if you could provide us a good fixer for gear, or if you could provide good geasr personnaly. I think it would NOT be good for us to try to buy this ware in the Tir's Shaqdows. ***** SUN ***** BTW, I've had problems with your messages. The last part is always encrypted and I don't have the code. You need perhaps to change your encoder ***** Bye ]<<<<<< -- NightWolf ( 08:02:41 / 10-16-54 ) >>>>>[ If ya's lookin' fer a rigger, I'm your man. Contact me at ***Ltg*** with specific's so I can prep my eq. Looks like ya already got a decker so I'll leave that to him (not my specialty anyhow).]>>>>> -- Drubar Cujasa <06:16:27/11-16-2054> *****[Encrypt tgt. Binary|Spiral|Prophet]***** >>>>>[All right boys this is the situation, While involved in an abortive run against Tollier Chemicals, an associate of mine, Shades, was kidnapped by corp agents. I have reason to believe he is still alive and need to know his current whereabouts. I am willing to pay myself for the data. I am also authorised to offer 5k each to an extraction team from my employer, a figure which I will add to myself. Please contact me at once if you can be of further assistance]>>>>> -- Vertical *****[encrypt Spiral MPCP]***** >>>>>[Spiral, anything you can find out would be very helpful. If your friend can help that's great. Also, you're a man of great integrity spiral, yes, one does have a duty to ones friends. Perhaps only we elves and the Japanese truly understand this. But I think maybe you have learned, friend Spiral]>>>>> __ Vertical >>>>>[Sorry I haven't been in contact. Had to get a friend of mine from Detroit to here via DocWagon LifeFlight. Do you know how hard it is to convince those people of something? Argh. Almost makes me want to try and pull my braid out. *****Encrypt Wizard***** Well, I managed to convince them there was a specialist in Seattle. Now we need to get him out of their hands. He's in stable condition. Currently they are still debating whether or not they want to replace what is damaged. He's got a shattered leg (left) and a broken leg (right). His arm (left) is no longer there. It was found at the scene of the accident. His hand (right) is a mass of pulverised flesh. He also has a full set of cracked ribs on one side of his chest. They are suprised to see he is still alive. Currently he is being fed intraveinously. And he is so whacked out on 'What, me worry?' its sad.]<<<<< -Harlequin >>>>>[ Nightshade, I don't think there's much to worry about mon ami. I cooked last night for Sean and Brandon and we had a most interesting evening of discussion. One thing you should know though is that Brandon isn't an insect shaman, he is a mage who appears to have certain links with insect shamans. I think Brandon could be useful, he knows almost as much about this stuff as Sean does, and he seems keen to help. Let's face it, when you look at those toxic nasties we've had to deal with you can do with all the magical help you can get. As to our research we just went over a few of the research students papers and references. It seems she could be onto something, certain constructs she describes are identical to the ones we viewed in the quickening at GeoDynamics. As to the ambush idea it's certainly an idea, we'll probably need some backup though, I don't think Sean and Brandon are the action type and Red's out of town looking after the fuzzy. Come round to **ADDRESS** tonight, it's Sean's place, I'm staying there for a while, whilst I find myself some new accomadation. I got bored of the old doss being trashed by the local gangers all the time. Hey, if you're lucky I'll even cook for you, how do you like your wine ? ]<<<<< -Spice (16:11:59/11.16.54) *****ENCRYPT: 4U version 2.6: Vertical***** >>>>>(That's right Vertical... Elves like you and me understand the real meanin g of friendship... But i think that we're not the only ones. Once i had a frien d... his name was Sunset... It was a simple job; get the data... deliver it... , but something went wrong... sudenly guards appeared from everywhere...Sunset told me to run away while he delayed the guards... I ran away... He didn't. He was a Troll...)<<<<< Spiral <17:21:51/16-11-94> >>>>>[Kazaoke, I am not handling the organization of this operation. I am only providing some additional funding. Vertical and the Eyrie are the people you need to contact. It appeasr I need a more advanced encryption program as well...]<<< -- Maurice(11:06:23/11-16-54) >>>>>[Isn't the Matrix Regulatory Bureau and Lone Star dealing with this virus? I know most of us think the boys in glod and blue are incompetant most of the time, but when they want to, they can field top of the line deckers. What is Geffen's response to this virus? I don't take kindly to corps flinging out deadly constructs into the net.]<<<<< -- Bonejacker(11:11:41/11-16-54) >>>>>[ Cor ! Spice, I remember you and Nightshade investigating a death and now look what's happened. Remind me to run if you offer me a simple investigation job *grin* Becareful out there ! First time Shadowfox has let me near a port in weeks. Well off to desert parts to cause even more havoc I wonder if they still ride camels .... Polish, if your still out there keep a pint of your best ready for me. I'll be back in Seattle one day soon-ish ...hopefully !]<<<<< --WHAT(17:01:02/16-11-54) *****Install time delay 24 hours >>>>>[ By the time you chummers in Seattle read this we'll either be dead or victorious. We've just captured some of Jules' men and are preparing to go in now as I type. Regent has just transformed Princess into a small black man and is about to do the same to Fenris and Cerise. Punisher and myself are slightly more mundanely camouflaged, I found an actors supply shop in Jamica and together with some home made stuff myself and Punisher now look like two natives of these islands, actually I think Cerise and Princess were glad they wern't getting this traetment, considering the smell this stuff gives off and the lack of clothing that Cerise normally wears, she'd have to rub it 'all' over , she just whacked me :). I see Highlander just read that comment, got him grinning though I think he's seen more of Cerise's body than the rest of us have. . So to fill ya all in on what's bin happening, we've decided to do a deal with the Puppet Master, he get's us the juice on Ganz and the drugs, magic whatever to get PH back to his old self. We help him take control of Jules' setup, go in under cover and open up with the Ingrams, he he, I got the ol suitcase stacked up and ready to blow as well. So Puppet Master sends one of those little spirit do da's one of those damm stupid wilo'the wisps off to Jules, everyones favourite troll, with a message, something like "send the butchers for the meat" then the address of our ambush. Jules must have gotten it preety quick cause within 15 mins Speed picked up what looked like 4 cars coming our way, and from the look of them they were packing some heavy duty callibre. Oh I ought to tell ya all, Speed ain't here, he kinda hates being in the line of fire if he can help it, he's a couple of miles down the road rigging from a van, one of those free trader chummers of his is keeping an eye on the lad. So cars pull, out spring the muscle, maybe 10, no more than that goons leap out, they're all carrying automatics of some shape or size, Uzi's, FN-Hars, hell I'm sure one or two even had an Ingram. Now comes the part were we play frag the mothers, Jules' sends another watcher to some important looking dude standing by one of the cars. Then the dude gives the order to move in, thats about when we open up and attack. Punisher had a mini-gun in an emplacement near the top of our building the drek really began to roll when he opened up with that mother. Bodies getting fragged everywhere, then this cloud of dust starts wizzing towards the fraggers, lettin out a wolf howl as it went. Thats when Princess and Cerise start pop their spells, me and Highlander start playing shoot the goon and soon start seeing who can shoot the most. After our initial assault they dropped back and took cover. By this time there were just 9 of the mothers left, 8 lay dead or seriously wounded on the ground in front of our building. Then they begin, first their mages start, fireballs start appearing, we start thanking our lucky stars all our own chummers are initiates and can shield us. Then what appear to be two wireboys open up, they operate a shoot and cover operation, Punisher tries to keep their heads down a little longer with the minigun but they soon get below his arc of fire. About this time Regent pops up behind a mother and fries the dude some knock out spell, only to nip back into the astral. He does it again, then the mages turn on him, he gets hit with one hellish looking fireball which kinda melts off him. Then this frag great big fire elemental appears and the two disappear. Princess says she was shielding Regent at that point, so that explains the fireball not working. TNow Punisher came running down the stairs, none too soon, their wireboys had reached the house and were coming in, he downed one and injured another. "CAPTIVES !!! We want some CAPTIVES !!!" He screamed, the others looked but then this bloody great big zombie appeared between us, nearly grabbed Cerise and had Highlander hanging from it's neck before Cerise just looked at it, muttered something and it disappeared. The fraggers tried again, but we'd got the run on them by now, we'd caught a wireboy of theirs. knocked him out and shouted out to them to surrender. I think the goons were only too happy cause one shouted I surrender, straight fragging away, till he got geeked by one of his own mages fireballs, mind the mage never cast another spell after that cause I understand that Princess, Fenris and Cerise all hit the mage with spells at that point. Well the other nothers surrendered and we bound and tied them, we took their clothes and are now getting ready for the big hit. See ya later slimeballs. ]<<<<< -I.B.A. (**:**:**/**.**.**) >>>>>[Well I'm here taking a break while the magickers take a look at Fuzzy. Took a look at the sights today. Some of it was quite impressive. It's nice not having to watch your back so closely although I could've asked for some nicer company. Some of these elves can be damn snotty. I think they've taken the nobilis part to seriously. Oh well, I met an elf who seems pretty wiz. Her name is Tanil Serylanthil. We're supposed to go out for dinner tonight then probably hit the town. Anyone have any tips for me? I'd hate to make a mistake and end up with half the Tir on my back. Anyway they said they'd have more info tomorrow on Fuzzy's condition. It's still looking pretty weak though.]<<<<< -- Red <10:19:44/11-16-54> >>>>>[Hmm. Well, don't let her brother know you're dating her.]<<<<< -- Brandywine <12:39:39 / 16.11.54> >>>>>[Her brother? Maybe I should have asked. Hope he isn't a prince or anything. I've had enough with royalty.]<<<<< -- Red <12:40:41/11-16-54> >>>>>[My dear Brandywine, I am sorry that I have not gotten back to you. I was doing some looking around for my friend Bloodtooth with my other friend Ryuga. I do not work for anyone, I work with the people I work with to bring about a better world. I make my living as an enchanter, even though my life is in Seattle, when before it was in S-S territory. I wish to help the furry not you. The first requirement of my group is to protect life except when there is no other recourse, I wish to aid the furry in it's survival. But a warning to those who approach me in hostility, I am capable of taking life in order to protect another life.]<<<<< --The Transformer{Prelate of the Fellowship Of Life}(14:27:22/11:16:54) >>>>>[Transformer, you failed to mention that you are a Sinsearach Elf. Yes, I know you did not want everyone to know; but my friend you have to show that you can be trusted.]<<<<< --Ryuga (14:29:51 EST/11:16:54) *****Encrypt MASK/Harlequin MPCP***** >>>>>[I _am_ a specialist. If they want proof, I can be there in four hours. I can also have various persons provide "proof" of his wanting to undergo the operation in the event of an accident, although this is your call. You said you were responsible for him... One more thing I just thought of. What do you want the construction to entail? We can do almost anything at all, and further operations in the future will be easy if you prefer to wait, but is there anything you think he'd want built in? You said he was a rigger...]<<<<< -- Wizard(14:24:47/11-16-54) >>>>>[ Deathstroke? Are you here? Talk to me. ]<<<<< -- Titan <11:25:39/11-16-54> >>>>>[ You moron. Go back, reread the instructions on the chip, and use the damn encryption codes. ]<<<<< -- Wintergreen <11:25:54/11-16-54> ***** Encrypt: Deathstroke the Terminator >>>>>[ Who the hell are you, Wintergreen? And I must say that this alias and meeting point are rediculous. And I want to talk to Deathstroke, not some flunky. ]<<<<< -- Titan <11:28:04/11-16-54> ***** Encrypt: Deathstroke the Terminator >>>>>[ I am Deathstroke's business associate. You will be dealing through me, and you will do it the way I want it done. Now what is the job you want Deathstroke to perform? ]<<<<< -- Wintergrenn <11:29:31/11-16-54> ***** Encrypt: Deathstroke the Terminator >>>>>[ I need to have a decker named Solitaire sanctioned. ]<<<<< -- Titan <11:30:20/11-16-54> ***** Encrypt: Deathstroke the Terminator >>>>>[ We don't accept specific targets. Give use the offense for which you want the perperator sanctioned and we deal. ]<<<<< -- Wintergreen <11:31:55/11-16-54> ***** Encrypt: Deathstroke the Terminator >>>>>[ Alright, damn it. Somebody broke into the Corporate Court Computer and dumped a virus into a node. The virus ordered, with the proper verification, that all off-line files on the Miltech Corporation be destroyed. I want the person responsible for this killed. ]<<<<< -- Titan <11:32:35/11-16-54> ***** Encrypt: Deathstroke the Terminator >>>>>[ Very well. Fill out the following form and enclose all relevent information for this mission that you possess. ***** Enclose: Dataform ]<<<<< -- Wintergreen <11:33:47/11-16-54> ***** Encrypt: Deathstroke the Terminator >>>>>[ Here it is. Be quick. ***** Enclose: Mission Profile ]<<<<< -- Titan <11:39:57/11-16-54> >>>>>[ Contrary to what I.B.A. said, I do not normally wear little clothing. In fact I normally wear jeans. ]<<<<< -- Cerise