>>>>>[ Well I apologize for that psychiatric advice I gave ya earlier
Brick (to keep him off his deck). 'Course, I'm a decker, not a doctor.]<<<<<
        --  Silicon Saboteur <Ooh/LaLa>

*****Private to: Patricia O'Connor
>>>>>[Don't call me Dark Angel...that's a name for protection.  My real name
is...well, I'll tell you in person.]<<<<<
         --  Dark Angel <17:41:27/04-27-55>

***** Not To: MONICA, Leon Meyers
>>>>>[If I may interject, how about a GOOD name for the MONICA slayer.

Nothing that she can get a history on, either.  It wouldn't do too much good
to let her know what it'll be ahead of time...

No, I don't have suggestions.]<<<<<
         --  Quickling <12:34:56/04-27-55>

>>>>>[ Report ]<<<<<
        --  SpotOn <18:04:19/04-27-55>

>>>>>[ Where the hell have you been Vanessa???? ]<<<<<
        --  NoYouDont <PeekaBoo>

>>>>>[ Getting fixed up, jumping out the fourth floor of a building
hurts, even me. Did I get the troll? ]<<<<<
        --  SpotOn <18:08:34/04-27-55>

>>>>>[ Negative, he was the one that set off the explosives, just after
he got out. The prick is searching for your friend Princess, I'm not sure
why, but my money says he's just confirming the kill.

*****Encrypt: Ebony Cloak v 8.4
I've traced that money trail for you, it leads back to an old friend of
your's Major Colin Everit. It seems that he has been returned to active
service, and he's trying to tie up loose ends. Be carefull Vanessa he's
got some authority these days. ]<<<<<
        --  MeMeMeMe <PeekaBoo>

*****Encrypt: Emerald Temptress v 12.3
>>>>>[ Ok, leave a trail for the troll, I wont miss him this time, take
him straight to Princess, I'll nail him outside. Drop me off a Panther by
8 pm, and leave an address with it. ]<<<<<
        --  SpotOn <18:11:03/04-27-55>

*****Private: BIGHORN
>>>>>[Need some magical help?  I can get someone over in Seattle to help you
out.  Call >>LTG<< and ask for "Johnson".  Yes, Johnson.  Don't ask.

Tell him that "The Elven Mage" said this...and tell him to call her.  Ok?
It'll get you back to Chicago, if you need the help...]<<<<<
        --  Quickling <20:46:52/04-27-55>

***** Private: BIGHORN
>>>>>[Yeah, I'm glad.  I already told you where you should be able to get some
help in that masking...I'm not sure how well he'll do, but...

I don't know.  He'll probably cost you something, but not much, mostly just
transportation.  Go ahead and call him...I can vouch for his honor, integrity,
and his ability.]<<<<<
        --  Quickling <20:52:30/04-27-55>

***** Private: Quickling
>>>>>[Interesting, who is this person?]<<<<<
        --  Hack <No T/D>

***** Private: Hack
>>>>>[N
Frag off... <damn line noise>]<<<<<
        --  Quickling <20:53:00/04-27-55>

>>>>>[S'ok Firejack, easy mistake.  I'll keep my ears open for info
on General HernandEz, if  you want.]<<<<<
        --Irish<08:48:40/04-27-55>

>>>>>[ Geeze, Veangence.  Your as bad as your friend.  "Take a frying leap."
Let me know when you guys are doing your next run so I can be VERY far away
from it. ]<<<<<
        -- Cerise <21:36:36/04-27-55>

>>>>>[I hate to tell you this Cmdr. Drake, old boy, but Dante
*IS* back.  Spirits I love the system.   Seriously, where else
can you find so much comedy insuch a short space of time.  As to
the Cat,  I hope you never find her.  Where she went things are a
little topsey turvey.]<<<<<
        - Harlequin <Ha-Ha-Ha>

>>>>>[ Actually, Sugar, Dante does seem ta be alive and kicking (people while
their down, like normal).  The reason that Dante has such a good reputation is
that he would turn in his mother if he thought that it would profit him - don't
matter if she's innocent, that can be fixed.


Secondly, oh dear Inspector Drakey of Interpol (how are ya feeling after Germany
by the way?) the person that ya so foundly refer to as Double D is in most
probabilty  the infamous (in our minds) Dante.  The deck signature is the same
and so is the attitude.  Ah find it really interesting that the tapes "prove"
that he was the good guy, since the evidence ta that fact is rather vauge, and
the copy seems ta have degraded form the original (or made its degraded because
he had ta create it).  Also, ya should probably ask yourself why people that ya
have little respect for but that seem ta care for thier fellows (as Germany
would show) would dislike the so upstanding Dante and support the evil menace ta
Seattle - Raven.  Maybe ya need ta re-evaluate what ya think.]<<<<<
        -- Circuit Breaker <back in business>

*****Private To:  Cat Dancing
>>>>>[Cat, if Drake is half as smart as I hope he thinks he is,
he'll be chasing his tail in Australia for a little while.  I
hope you appreciate what I did.  I think that the rest of our
fellows think I just went tratior.  Take the breathing room and
run.  Take Irenis, Jackel, and Rav with you.  That ought to keep
you out of trouble.  Good luck.   If you need anything...holler.]<<<<<
        - Harlequin <Ha-Ha-Ha>

*****Private to: Solitaire
>>>>>[Well, I'm alive. I suppose that's something, at least. I don't know
who "Double D" is, but I can't see how he got that file he posted from me.
I downloaded about half the datastore, and immidiately transferred it to
external memory. And I purged everything. 

Dante's fragged my C2 but GOOD, BTW. I'm using my old external deck, and
that is BAD. The combat utilites are four years out of date, and I have no
T/D supression, so rthe minute this goes out alarms are going to go off at
Interpol. 

I'm safe in Denver, for now. Ops will take good care of me. I'll be in
touch again. I hope.]<<<<<
        -- Raven <00:21:10/04-26-54>

>>>>>[Harlequin, Streetwolf, Spirit, and everyone else Dante's fragged with:
get in touch with me ASAP. Dante's become a real problem. He's framed my
hoop but good, and damn near killed some of you.

Oh, and Congradulations to Spirit and Crush. Sorry it comes so late.]<<<<<
        -- Raven <00:29:31/04-26-54>

>>>>>[ Highlander, thank you for the lullaby music chips, we have gotten lots of
valuable pieces of art worth much money, but as of yet, we havent got all that
many usefull items <grin>.  Oh, CRUSH loves the scarves, they look adorable next
to the children (to small yet to wear them).]<<<<<
        -- Spirit <of the matrix>

>>>>>[ Don't worry about it Cyberwraith, I know how it is when you get caught up
in programming and the world tends to slip by.]<<<<<
        -- Spirit <of the matrix>

>>>>>[ Actually, Raven, I would tend to agree with Cerise's assumption about
Australia having something to do with how the children developed, though I am
not sure if it is only cause or rather just an indication of the facts.
As for her not knowing much about Metatheory, well all she can do is be wrong,
right?  If she says something and finds out that she was incorrect, she gets to
learn how she was wrong and not make the same type of mistake aagin.  The only
difference between a pro and an ameuture is that the pro has already made the
mistake that the ameuture has made yet.]<<<<<
        -- Spirit <of the matrix>

>>>>>[ OUCH!  I hope that Fenris is OK. ]<<<<<
        -- Cerise <22:10:10/04-27-55>

***** Private To: Cerise
>>>>>[ He is alive, but not looking too well.  Do not tell anybody. ]<<<<<
        -- Raven the Mage <22:11:21/04-27-55>

***** Private To: Raven the Mage
>>>>>[ How do you know this? ]<<<<<
        -- Cerise <22:12:12/04-27-55>

***** Private to: Cerise
>>>>>[ Princess and I have alot of friends in common. ]<<<<<
        -- Raven the Mage <22:13:35/04-27-55>

>>>>>[ Actually, Raven was just being huffy because she has a degree in Magical
Theory.

Now, Spirit, Raven and I will be by to see you and the babies tomorrow. ]<<<<<
        -- Nightstalker <22:22:44/04-27-55>

>>>>>[ You forgot to tell them we would be bring Tommy with us. ]<<<<<
        -- Raven the Mage <22:23:17/04-27-55>

>>>>>[ Well everyone, this is my "postcard" from France, so to speak.
Me and the gang are having a wonderful time here. Gawk saw his first
multi-story building that wasn't owned by a megacorp, Clown ran into
some mimes and traded stories with them (they weren't very talkative),
and I... well... I got a little drunk from all that free champagne
on the flight here. I just came to a few minutes ago in fact. Luckily,
some pictures were taken, that kinda jogged my memory (as to who took
them, I honestly don't remember).

***** File FRANCE.PIX received (1,697k)

Picture 1: The group, posing in front of L'Arc de Triumphe.

Picture 2: Silicon Saboteur, with his arms around two "belle filles",
holding a bottle of expensive champaigne, and looking kind of tipsy.

Picture 3: Father Brian Grant, staring at Sacre Coeur cathedral.

Picture 4: Gawk, Brick, and Talon, about to enter Le Moulin Rouge.

Picture 5: Silicon Saboteur in his hotel room, wearing very little, and
in a comprimising position with one of the afore mentioned women.

Picture 6: The back of Saboteur's head, as he "prays to the porcilene
goddess." Gawk is off to one side, laughing his ass off.

Picture 7: The group sitting in first class.

***** End of File.

Ack. I meant to take pictures 5 and 6 outta that. Oh well, as the French
say, "C'est la vie." Can't wait to rip into those Hammer of Chaos psycho-
paths tomorrow. Good night, all...]<<<<<
        --  Silicon Saboteur <ParisInSpringtime/LaLaLaLaLa...>

>>>>>[The weather's here, wish you were beautiful.]<<<<<
        --  Clown <03.33.33/4-28-55>

*****Private: Couple off Eggs Short of a Dozen
>>>>>[As I said so many times before, I'll be there. BTW, I've all the
equipment ready. As for the payment, cert-creds will be fine. See ya all
tonight.]<<<<<
        -- Aardvark (*error*/*error*)

*****Private: Jasmine, Freddy Frypp.
>>>>>[You don't have to know what's the grapefruit for, It isn't
for disguise, it's for destraction (or in case I get hungry).]<<<<<
        -- Aardvark (*syntax*/*error*)

>>>>>[Yow man, I.B.A, where have you been? I've been frantically trying
to contact you man.! I'll be at the usual place at 22:00.]<<<<<
        -- Taliana <12:57:55/28.04.55>

***** Private:Nova
>>>>>[Yow womaannn, I hear that ya are are still as beaatifull as ever.
Weell, I am bacq in town for any run actually. I hear that thare is a lot
ofta businass going on hearr in SEATTLE, lately.... really good businass.
Wantta join in tha fray or ya haveta job alreadyy. I hear that Freddy
Fruoo wanta many hired hands for a job. Do ya wanta go on with it. Contact
me if ya is interasted.]<<<<<
        -- Traith <14:28:30/25.04.55>

***** Encrypted: Traith
>>>>>[ If you value that ridiculousss accent of yoursss, Traith, ssstay
well clear of Nova. ]<<<<<
         -- The Sculptor <00:00:00/00-00-00>

>>>>>[ Wa-hey, Puny-shirt !  Ma boss -- that genius of an artist, The
Sculptor -- thinks it's 'bout time you 'anded over that skirt yer got
shacked up wit' ya.  Whaddya say, eh, ya give 'er to us an' we'll give no
hassles ? ]<<<<<
          -- Tripwire <13:27:35/28-04-55>

>>>>>[ You'll have to forgive ma brother; he thinks there ain't no better
physical A than him.  Look, we know yer rep, Punisher, an' yer don't do
no favours fer strangers fer nuthin' -- what's this broad to yer, right ?
So play it cool an' we can all stay pals. ]<<<<<
         -- Livewire <13:29:05/28-04-55>

>>>>>[ Or face me ! ]<<<<<
        -- Tripwire <13:30:59/28-04-55>

>>>>>[ Just ignore him. ]<<<<<
        -- Livewire <13:31:00/28-04-55>

***** Encypted: Sculptor
>>>>>[Who are ya?! man. I don't like a man who thratens me or any for my
frands so be a nice little man and bugger off or I'll da it for ya. I
have no quarals with ya man. But if ya insist... I'll obliged.]<<<<<
        -- Traith <*Until We Meet*>

>>>>>[Thanks Slith for ya help, we don't na what this guy or pussy is. So
we bettar play it safe.]<<<<<
        -- Traith <13:40:05/28.04.55>

>>>>>[no problems, mate.]<<<<<
        -- Slith <--:--:--/--.--.-->

*****PRIVATE TO:  Commander Drake
>>>>>[Sir, we have localized the target known as Raven to the Metropolitan
Denver area.  Her message was too short to obtain a better trace.]<<<<<
        --  IPTracer(10:29:21/04-28-55)

*****PRIVATE TO:  Interpol Headquarters, Denver
>>>>>[I'll be arriving via private transportation and then going to ground.
Continue to check all the normal channels and have my locker opened when I
arrive.  I will need everything in it.  ETA, 1400.]<<<<<
        --  Commander Drake, Interpol(10:31:47/04-28-55)

>>>>>[Ummm, the boss just got ahold of me with a couple things he
forgot to do before they skipped town last night (with Jac in tow I'd
like to add!):

1) Basilisk: Mr. Frypp wants to know if we can fly you down to the
corporate safehouse (condo) to implant that chip.  He's says he's
sorry that he forgot to ask you specifically.

2) Mr. Frypp will posting a few details of the operation in the next
day or so, after they get settled in and sobered up.

3) He'd also like to thank everybody who helped in breaking Jac out,
and he expresses his utmost condolences to whatever family Powderkeg
may have left behind.

I've been looking around here and it looks like just about
all of the Frypp Security execs are in the Carib League.  Just us
knuckle draggers here to make money legitimately.  Aw, hell.]<<<<<
        -- Spark (09:35:00 / 04-28-55)

*****Private: Pet
>>>>>[I've finished my business, so I'm available right now.
Has the security changed? BTW, who is this nerd anyway? Any special
things about him (magic, cyber, insane)?
As soon as I hear from you, I'm ready to go.]
        -- Aardvark (16:51:13/28-4-55)

***** PRIVATE DragonEyes
>>>>>[ DragonEyes if your rep is truly as good as what I hear then you're on,
you'd better be nothing to do with The Sculptor or any of his other cronies
that are looking for NOVA or I'll have your hide.  A buddy of mine is arranging
land transport to Denver for us, the airports are going to be too risky.  Let
me know where to meet you when we make it to Denver. ]<<<<<
        -Punisher (15:56:30/4.28.55)

***** Private: Johnson
>>>>>[ Good morning, I am need of a magician for an upcoming run. This run will
call for skills in masking and possibly combat. It will also involve a stay in
Chicago. If you are intrested please reply ASAP to >>>LTG<<<. Also, I was refer
ed to you by "The Elven Mage." Thanks.]<<<<<
     -- BIGHORN (10:01:22/04-28-55)

>>>>>[ Hey Taliana, frag off right, it's not my fault your father kicked you
out for getting pregnant, I tell you it wasn't me, no fraggin way, go pester
someone else yer fraggin runner wannabe. ]<<<<<
        -I.B.A. (**:**:**/**.**.**)

>>>>>[ Listen Sculptor and your pathetic band of hired thugs, you're obviously
new to this city or you wouldn't go round making threats like that.  Now listen
to me, the girl NOVA the one you called Julliet Stryker is in my dammed care
and if you don't like it you can just frag off.  She's the only link I have
to job that went badly wrong a just before I came to Seattle and if I find
that you and your bunch of cronies are anything to do with that setup then
you'll have to answer to The Punisher !

As to your threats Sculptor you should have learn't by now, I handled those
elementals at the metroplex plaza and I handled the couple you sent a visting
last night.  Better beef up your summonings chummer or frag right and tell
your employer that Punisher is taking care of things now and that the girl NOVA
will be indisposed until he's finished some business of his own. ]<<<<<
        -Punisher (16:08:08/4.28.55) &&^&%!$%^^J4

>>>>>[Herr Frypp, i would be most willing to be coming to your safehouse
to help Jacamus.  I must first checking some other work i am doing, and
then i will tell you when i coming.  Hopefully soon.]<<<<<
        -- Basilisk <16:12:24 GMT/28.Apr.55>

***** Private: Johnson
>>>>>[I forgot, "The Elven Mage" said to call her]<<<<<
     --BIGHORN (10:07:19/04-28-55)

***** Private: StreetHeat
>>>>>[You said that you are a bounty hunter. How familiar are you with the NAN.
More specificly, can you operate in Salish-Shidhe territory. I may have work fo
r you. Get back with me.]<<<<<
     --BIGHORN (10:11:47/04-28-55)

>>>>>[ SpotOn !  Bloody hell !  I think you've just found us one of the subjects
that was on NodeFaerie's file, remember the troll ?  Said he'd been magically
altered in some way.

So what happened to Fenris, was Princess able to heal him ?  I hope so, I owe
Fenris alot for his help in the Carribean and we've both still a common interest
in Mr Lowe.  I don't know fully what's going on but I suspect that you've
stumbled over one part of a project I've been working on and was getting close
to completing the next phase.

If you'd like to help and get involved with getting back at the person who I
think is behind that little hit list of Nodies then let me know. ]<<<<<
        -The Powerhouse (16:20:35/28.4.55)

>>>>>[ So Dante is going by the name Double D  ?  CB will you let me have the
deck signature of the old Dante at some point please, I never did get around
to burning his deck the last time.  I think I'll make some extra special
software for him this time. ]<<<<<
        -I.B.A. (**:**:**/**.**.**)

>>>>>[ Bloody hell, he said please ! ]<<<<<
        -The Powerhouse (16:24:05/28.4.55)

>>>>>[ Ah frag off.. ]<<<<<
        -I.B.A. (**:**:**/**.**.**)

>>>>>[ Heh heh, ah don't forget you still owe Cerise an apology, I haven't
forgotten.  Oh keep an eye out for those idiots trying to find Punisher will
you, they may just decide to crash one of our places.  Mind they'll be sorry
if they do. ]<<<<<
        -The Powerhouse (16:26:01/28.4.55)

>>>>>[ Well, I just made it in-country here and am about to touch down and
have a chat with the locals.]<<<<<
        -- Orion Antilles <SPECWAR/OPS>

*****PRIVATE-TO:   Couch, Brick, Gawk, Talon
>>>>>[Okay, no one got back to me on certanties or plans, but I'm here and
ready for whatever.  I've got plenty of resources available, but I need a
reliable tactical view here.  Couch, you seem to be the informal leader of
the bunch... who's here, what's the charlies' hideout (something about a
cathederal??), and what, if anything, is our plan.  I can arrange transit
throughout the region and have a VERY reliable guide in the area.]<<<<<
        -- Orion Antilles <Rock/Roll>

>>>>>[Well, now, dear Orion, playing with your friends again?  The little
guide in the area wouldn't happen to be moi now, would it?]<<<<<
        -- Megann McKinney <Burnt/Bridges>

>>>>>[Private to: Not Megann McKinney.  *****oh, drek***** END ENCRYPT.
Heh-heh, Meg! Hi! Good to see ya again, it's been awhile, HOW THE DREK ARE YOU
READING MY MESSAGES!!!    >:-)  ]<<<<<
        -- Orion Antilles <somuch/forsecuriy>

>>>>>[Orion, you should know better.  We DID serve together a littlle too much
in the past for me NOT to know your personal encrypts.  BTW, drek this!]<<<<<
        -- Megann <I'm flying this plane>

>>>>>[AAAAAHHHHHRRRRRGGGGGHHHH!   Ahem, cute, real cute.  So, Megann, did you
assign yourself the job of piloting me personally, or was it unknowingly be-
stowed upon you?  I guess it's time for me to overhaul my deck and get some
real_security!!]<<<<<
        -- Orion Antilles <AIRSICK/PASSENGER>

>>>>[Moi?  Do something as devious as that?  Just because you left me high and
dry a few years back, loverboy?  Now what could make you say that?]<<<<<
        -- Megann <Me?/Jilted?>

>>>>>[Well, I guess you're on for the ride, then, bring my goodies from the
base?]<<<<<
        -- Orion <SIGH/RESIGNATION>

>>>>>[Hmmmm, you always did_ have a way of avoiding those difficult
questions.. . didn't you?  Just remember that I know ALL of your little
secrets, Orion. (and yes, I did bring your little "grabbag").  Well, we DO
have some time before landing to talk those things over, don't we?  Oh,
btw, Duncan sends his regards but, unfort., he is away in Seacouver just
now and can't offer room on his boat.  My place is free, though...]<<<<<
       -- Megann <rekindled/fire?>

>>>>>[sigh.... I may be a bit late to the party, guys.  Couch, get me that info
asap, I will_ be working, trust me... heh.]<<<<<
       -- Orion <Awwww/drek>

>>>>>[ps. Cyberwraith, just to let you know, that was Lullabye(Goodnight_My_
Angel) by Billy_Joel.  Some of us ARE old enough to remember the full title.
(Gee, some of us are old enough to remember seeing the Piano_Man in concert,too
(with and without that Elton_John character, too)!!).  BTW, CONGRATS ON THE
KIDS!! :-)  Hope you guys get some sleep, heh, the rest of us may_ need your
help in the future  >;-)   ]<<<<<
        -- Orion <Oldies/fan>

>>>>>[ DATAFAX 24HOURS **EURONEWS EXCERPT**

LONDON-- Greenwar surprised British citizens today with their
simultaneous jamming of the three most watched BBC trideo channels, and
the subsequent ultimatum to all governments and megacorporations involved
in the NS1 project. They state that their modified VITAS virus, coded
only for (meta)humanity , will be released in all major cities of Europe
if those condoning the project do not retire support publicly.

British special forces issued an official statement in which they assured
citizens that Greenwar's threat was only bluff.A report of last week's
raids on Greenwar safehouses in London and Liverpool was disclosed,
indicating that the terrorists will be hard-pressed to enforce their
ultimatum in London.<<<<<
        --DATAFAX24H <09:32:44/28-04-55>

COMMSAT 1 LINK  *LINKED*
RUN * THERMITE CODEBRKR V1.1 *
DECODING....
1.3 MP NON RECOVERABLE

>>>>> GREENCOMMAND TO PACIFIC C3

IMPERATIVE HIRE SHADOWS TO AID IN STRIKES.COMMAND ISSUES EXTRAORDINARY
FUNDING **1MILLION NUYEN** FOR MISSION.SAS BEHIND HUNG MAO , WILL CHANGE
PROVIDER.AWAIT FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS. <<<<<
       -GREENCOMM <NON-AVALIBLE  -SATLINK GURU#1254 >

>>>>>[Hey, nice pics, Silicon Saboteur.  You look good in dem.  I love France.
The women are beautiful, though none of dem will talk ta me.  I'm not ugly,
am I?  No prob about da misinfo on Mercy.  Da Doc's taken care of him.]<<<<<
        -- Brick <12:23:15 / 04-28-94>

*****ENCRYPT:  Silicon Sabotuer, Talon, Gawk, Clown, Couch, St. John, Father
               Brian Grant, Orion Antilles, etc.
>>>>>[Geez, der's a lot of you guys here.  We have to come up wit a name. I'll
never remember all of you guys.  Da Church (Dat's what I'd call it too, Gawk)
doesn't look too heavily guarded.  The guards aren't packin' much than SMG's.
We should have no problem with dem, but I don't dare go inside.  I really
don't fit da religious type.]<<<<<
        -- Brick <12:28:40 / 04-28-55>

>>>>>[Raven, you sent out a call for people Dante fragged with... well, like
you said, he has gotten out of hand, and I'll help as soon as I'm finished
with my current project... should be before the weekend is over. Drop me a
line or something. I'll be around.]<<<<<
        -- Coyote <Howl/Howl>

*****Private to: BIGHORN
>>>>>[I hear you're looking for some help in NAN.  I can't be involved in the
run directly, but I can do "information gathering" for you, both Matrix and
flesh/blood based.]<<<<<
        --  Dark Angel <16:41:43/04-28-55>

>>>>>[DREK! DREK! DREK! I hope this is a bluff... because if they are serious
about a VITAS targeted specifically for metas, something really bizarre is
going on.

Remember that Genetek debacle a couple of months ago? They were also working
on a VITAS-Meta strain. They needed some very serious and heavy magics to pull
it off, too. They needed the assistance of a Shadow in order to chanel the
energies needed...

I wonder how they got hold of this... if its connected to Genetek at all, we
are in serious drek...

I had better let the other guys know about this...]<<<<<
        -- Coyote <Howl/Howl>

>>>>>[Raven, I am bac' in tou' wit' ya, yea I wanna take down tha' fragger
aftre wha' he did ta Colice an m'self.  I wan hi.]<<<<<
        --  STREETWOLF(Fire is an Elf's Best Friend)(18:46:13/04-28-55)

>>>>>[ I.B.A.  just who is Taliana?  Ah know ya tend ta like women who are
a little younger than ya are (ok, a lot younger), but what is this about
ya getting her pregnant?  ARE you the father, or are ya just the
convenient excuse? Ah tend ta not look kindly on men who run out on women
after they have their fun and sow their oats, it has happened a few times
back down south to friends and family of mine, of course shot-gun weddings
also happejned in some of those cases.]<<<<<
        -- Circuit Breaker <back in business>

>>>>>[ Nightstalker, come over around 5 or so, I'll fix you folks supper and the
kids should be awake around then.  By the way, just how old is Tommy?  and is he
going to make parents out of you and Raven?

To the other Raven, thank you for the message, and I do agree that something
needs to be done with our mutual problem.  Also, what exactly is on the tapes of
the run vs Dante where he "died".  I want to see just how much fixed them up
before sending them to Interpol.  I figure you would probably have a copy, its
easier to get them from you than Interpol, though they are that much of a
problem, I'm just a little out of practice.  I did keep up on the new tech while
I was pregnant, so my deck is still state of the art.  Maybe some day I'll get a
head deck, though I'm not sure if one will hold as much as my normal deck.]<<<<<
        -- Spirit <of the matrix>

>>>>>[ Hey everybody. Get this. I was digging through some of my history
books and I found out that yesterday was the anniversary of Nixon's
burial. Isn't that a kick in the pants. The things you find out when you
are bored.]<<<<<
        --  Street Heat(19:30:00/04/28/55)

***** PRIVATE Punisher
>>>>>[ With all due respect Punisher, when people come to me for help, I'M NOT
going to betray them for a bit of cheap wetwork. i hate killing. in matter of
fact, just to make it clear to you, the safehouse incident is the first time I
picked up a gun in over two years. The only reason I hit anything then was
because I went target practicing first.

On to the realm of more important stuff, we are located at:  ##location##.
Since Drake seems to be back in North America again, I would strongly suggest
you keep that quiet, as he has no love for Blitzkrieg and would probably turn
him over to Hammer. Hopefully, I will see you soon. May peace favor you on your
journey. ]<<<<<
        -- DragonEyes <18:56:41/4-28-55>

>>>>>[ I caught something interesting in a viewing of the tape submitted
to the news crew that covered Johnny's death.  Some lame-o undercover
cop was scanning in that particular location and gave this video to
them.

*****Begin Feed
{Now, the guys you are watching are illegal simsense dealers.  That's who
our cop-cam is currently trained on.  Now, note- he hears the sound of
Johnny smacking the pavement, and there are a couple of yells....he swings
around, distracted by the sound (and moving his attention from the
dealers...very unprofessional...).  There's Johnny's body....he pans
around looking for what might have caused it, and pans upward....that's
the building that Johnny was holed up in.  Now watch...Johnny's window is
the one on the fathest left side, seventh floor....THERE!  The window is
closed.  Now, unless Johnny turned around and flapped his arms real hard
for a few moments while he closed the window behind him when he did his
double gainer, somebody closed the window....}
*****End Feed

I'll download this for Shutterbug to look at.
*****Downloading A/V File: jump
*****Download complete ]<<<<<
        -- Tech <00:00:0/00-00-00>

>>>>>[ I.B.A. and others who are interested, this is what the old deck of
Dante's looked like ***sig***, while this is the newer Double D's deck
***sig***.  If ya will notice that beyond a few cosmetic Icon differences and
small changes (probably just from being from different baked chips) the sigs are
practically identical.  Be wary, he actually is begining ta use the deck ta its
full potential.  Also, he seems ta have spent a lot of time on tailored attacks
for certain people, most of these were insidious viruses.  Their strong points
are that they were specialized and slow working, making them harded ta detect,
while their weak points were that they were slow working and descently easy ta
get rid of once found.  Remember when well enough planned a more powerful enemy
can be defeated, that is what he did, he planned for a few months on how ta take
down a lot of us at once.  Like every plan though, it didn't go the way he
wanted, but was partially successful.  Be on the watch for him, and be careful,
those who underestimate him might get scragged.  Remember, sneak attacks and
surprise are his friends.]<<<<<
        -- Circuit Breaker <back in business>

>>>>>[Nixon?  I remember him well.  Only man I ever knew that was both
hated and loved at the same time by all of society]<<<<<
        --  Ramirez <>

*****Private to: Raven
>>>>>[Whats up.  I got the call.  Like I said, I don't know
how I'll be receive if I show, but I'll be there if you
set a place.  And so will Etherial.  He's still here. *groan*
I've never seen a person eat so much.]<<<<<
        - Harlequin <Ha-Ha-Ha>

>>>>>[ Well I'm glad to report that our rampaging troll has been killed,
hmm, but maybe you would like to see for yourself...

***Begin video feed

( A street like thousands of others comes into view, the location is not
important, but some of you might recognise the bar across the road, that
means that the place is on the edge of Auburn. You see something move,
just slightly, then a figure busts from the shoadows and crouches beisde
the door of a non descript building opposite, two doors down from the
bar. The figure looks around, checking for something, you can tell now
that it's a troll, a big one too, suddenly it snarls staring at a spot a
few metres away... Where the troll is looking an elf manifests, Regent seems
no longer sure of himself, his form wavers and is replaced by that of a
unicorn. A fugure appears in the window above, possibly an ork, suddenly
the troll is enveloped by a fireball, and as soon as the falme ceases
Regent leaps. The troll is obviously well prepared though, and it appears
the fireball has not harmed him, although Regent scores a hoof hit as the
troll shakes it off, then the spurs emerge, Regent is scored all along
his forelegs.)

Ork in window (Striker): "Now"

(Suddenly Regent disappears, twin manabolts arc toward the troll, one
from the ork, another from the one known as Princess, the troll staggers
but the onlysign of injury is a large bruise on his arm as he aims and
fires an Uzi (it must have been well concealed as this is the first you
have seen of it), the ork falls back into the window with a scream.
Princess disappears again, as you see a smile form on the trolls face as
he checks his gun, and then kicks in the door. As the door splinters, a
loud shot can be heard, the troll staggers back, his gun in pieces on the
ground, his arm, or whats left of it, hanging by his side, useless.
Another figure approaches, this time it is female, it's SpotOn, she looks
slightly comical, carrying a weapon obviously to heavy for her, then you
spot the gyro mount.)

SpotOn: You fragging slitch, how dare you kill my friend...

(Another shot goes off, the trolls leg becomes one with the pavement, the
creature is now whimpering)

SpotOn: Why, who got you to do it?

Troll (barely audible): I don't know

(The gun barrel moves up, now pointing at the troll's head, but a figure
emerges from the door...)

Princess: Vanessa, he's not dead!

(SpotOn turns toward Princess)

SpotOn: What???

Princess: He's not dead, yet anyway, he's inside...

(The figure ork reemerges in the window)

Striker: We got a low frequency transmission incoming the jammer can hold
it for another 15 seconds, not sure what it is.

(The gyro mount clatters to the ground as SpotOn looks at her handywork,
Princess remains in the doorway a worried look in her eyes, suddenly
SpotOn utters a profanity and bolts towards the door, knocking Princess
down as they fall into the building. Two seconds later the trolls body,
still barely alive, explodes, the camera goes dead......)
        --  MeMeMeMe <PeekABoo>

>>>>>[ Well, Spirit, how did you like our ardorable little foster son? ]<<<<<
        -- Raven the Mage <23:06:04/04-28-55>

>>>>>[Get the C^2 deck lass!  You'll never be sorry!]<<<<<
        --Highlander (23:15:31/4-28-55)

>>>>>[Colin, the only reason it worked out so well for you was because
you had a lot of empty space in your head that needed to be filled.  I
don't think Spirit has that problem.

Congratulations, BTW, Spirit & CRUSH.  And Colin, what's this about
lullaybyes?  And /scarves/?]<<<<<
        --Heather (23:18:44/4-28-55)

>>>>>[What about them?]<<<<<
        --Highlander (23:19:56/4-28-55)

>>>>>[Good grief Colin, the messes you get into.  Where did you get
the gun, anyway?  I doubt even Seattle lets you into fancy restaurants
with firearms.]<<<<<
        --Heather (23:25:44/4-28-55)

>>>>>[Trade secret, laddie.]<<<<<
        --Highlander (23:26:44/4-28-55)

>>>>>[Don't give me that you--Oh, wait.  Colin, you don't still wear
that bloody coat, do you?  The one that clanks when you move?   The one
with the dozen pockets?  Tell me you've outgrown that, laddie.]<<<<<
        --Heather (23:27:56/4-28-55)

>>>>>[I happen to like that coat, thank you very much.  Actually, I have
a new one now--well, newer than the one I wore back home.  And it does
not clank!]<<<<<
        --Highlander (23:30:59/4--28-55)

>>>>>[Do you know how uncomfortable it is trying to put your arm around
someone wearing a coat full of junk?  Cerise, SpotOn, you know what
I'm talking about, don't you?  Och, you're just a big kid.....

How's Fenris, by the way?]<<<<<
        --Heather (23:32:00:4-28-55)

>>>>>[I'm not sure, I haven't been able to see him.

It may seem strange to you, but.....]<<<<<
        --Highlander (23:33:45/4-28-55)

*****Private: Not To SpotOn
>>>>>[It's Vanessa I'm more worried about.  You didn't see her after we
left the restaurant; it was like she was an entirely different person.
I've seen people enraged before, or grieving, or stricken.  SpotOn was.....
almost inyhuman.  She made me leave after I drove her someplace, and when
I objected, she just looked at me like I was barely there, and told me
to leave again.  She didn't threaten me, I just got the impression that
I should leave, right bloody then, rather than push the issue.

I guess I got to see SpotOn at work.  I think I like her better when
she's at her leisure.]<<<<<
        --Highlander (23:35:59/4-28-55)

>>>>>[Hey, Scullytor, ya dan't thraten me nor my frands or you'll get yar
scalp removed permanently for my doll I am making of ya. When and if we
do meet there'll be the moment when I take the first piece of ya. So be
warn ya mother sucking tits.]<<<<<
     -- Traith <**:**:**/**.**.**>

>>>>>[For your information you moron, I.B.A., I am not pregnant in the
first place. And secondly, you bas**** I am never going to contaminate
myself with your rotten seeds. And thirdly I think you are an obnoxious old
fart that smells after we have been long gone. And fourthly I think that
you are too fat for your own good. And please speak in a more intellect
manner. Ooops I forgot that you are DID!!!]<<<<<
        -- T <12:00:10/29.04.55>

>>>>>[ Please, Mr. ( or is it Mrs. ? ) Traith, detestable language like
that will only get ya into trouble in tthe future. ]<<<<<
        -- Livewire <11:34:47/29-04-55>

>>>>>[ Git yer overconfident braggin', fraggin' drekbutt over here if yer
think yer that good, beakbrain !  I'll be waitin' fer ya at #location# --
make sure ta bring yerself a nice coffin. ]<<<<<
        -- Tripwire <11:35:52/29-04-55>

>>>>>[ Disregard ma brother; he just don't take kindly ta insults.  But
be warned, Traith, ma boss and the gang ain't people ta be trifled with
so try not ta get in our way ... fer yer own good. ]<<<<<
        -- Livewire <11:38:01/29-04-55>

>>>>>[ You're going down, Punisssher. ]<<<<<
        -- The Sculptor <11:52:22/29-04-55>

>>>>>[ Hah-hah - dead meat, Puny-shirt ! ]<<<<<
        -- Tripwire <11:54:41/29-04-55>

>>>>>[ Pipe down, Trip.  I had hoped to avoid this, removing someone of
yer calibre from the shadow community is always such a shame ... but the
boss is the boss: say yer prayers, Punisher. ]<<<<<
        -- Livewire <11:55:16/29-04-55>

>>>>>[ Yay, mon, time far yah join dah Hallowed Hahlls of Haydees. ]<<<<<
        -- Booster Trails <11:56:10/29-04-55>

>>>>>[Why is this sudden interest concerning my state of being. Is it any
problem of yours if I get pregnant by someone else? Or are you simply
jealous? This macho bravado of yours could  get you in serious trouble
one day.... with a big fat ugly cow (not to say that I am any of that
sort, mind you). So, cut the crap and tell me straight what are you
after?]<<<<<
        -- Taliana <12:55:55/29.04.55>

***** Private: Circuit Breaker
>>>>>[Hope you have received my transmission dated today. Maybe we
could talk about I.B.A sometime.]<<<<<
        -- Taliana <13:03:25/29.04.55>

>>>>>[Aaaahhh, beautiful Barbados.  Wish you were here!  Too bad I
gotta wear fraggin' 200 sunblock or turn into a lobster.  Anyway, I'm
not going to release details or specifics of the Matrix action, but
I'll give a quick play-by-play.

We broke the planning session at Little Havanna around 1630.  We
decided that Basilisk would hit Lone Star's computer at the same time
Spark and Tech entered Fort Lewis'.  That way, nobody would have time
to alert the other that there was a security breach involving Jac, if
somebody got caught with their cyberpaws on something about him.

We all disappeared towards our respective targets: Basilisk to Lone
Star, Aarvark to Basilisk's deck, Tech and Spark to Fort Lewis and
I hung around the LTG SAN that serves Fort Lewis.

I guess Basilisk's work was uneventful, he didn't talk much about it
and I don't have access to his Matrix logs.  Anyway, he produced.  We
got conformation of everything that Spark and Tech found, so there
was actually good communication between two gubment branches!

Tech and Spark slipped into Fort Lewis using dummy accounts:
Private Parts and Major Woody!  They had a couple of close calls, but
did good work.  They got Jac's condition, location and a times
regarding his trial.  They even got out with no fuss.

I'll say one thing, these kids earned there money on this op.  This
is how its done, slip in, slip out and nobody's the wiser.  The
fraggin' Ghost in the Machine.

Well, we got it all.  All of the intelligence we needed was
there, ripe for the plucking, and did we ever pluck it.  We got great
details on the security detail - how many, what they carrried, hell,
even who they were.

So we all scurried back to Little Havanna to sort and plot.  It was a
very profitable action altogether.  Fraggin' A boys!  If yer ever in
San Fran and need anything, my door's open.

I'd post the physical part of the action now, but I can't find
Magikthize.  He was viding the whole thing through headware.
'Course to post it I need his head to download the pics.  I
can't blame him though, whatever we saw really shook him up.  I
just sobered up as a matter of fact myself.  But then somebody
forced a pot of extremely black soy-caf down my throat about a
half hour ago and the caffeine is the only thing keeping me
alive, right now.

Before I go puke:
We got Jac out in pretty good shape.  The 'Guard doctors just
gave up and unplugged his sensory interface so he wouldn't get
all of those weird impulses every time he woke up.  Now he's
blind and deaf, so we just send all of the ugly women his way.
I'm damn glad I made everybody learn Morse code so we can talk
to him.  Basically he wants to thank everybody and drinks are
on him when he gets back to town.  Of course he owes me
something like 850 K =Y= to pay for the extraction and to cover
his bills.....

BEGIN ENCRYPT:
***** Private: Couple of Eggs Short of a Dozen
Jasmine, tell me that whatever we saw beating the holy crap out
of those security guards really were Wyrd Mantises (Manitisi??) that
turned on their handlers like Avatar suggested.  I figured that
you should know more about those kind of critters that any body
else that saw them.  I'm worried that Mantis spirits really ARE
chasing Jac and we just happened to grab him before they could.

I talked to a voodoo houdoun (or something) down here and he says
that if they've tried to kill Jac before and not succeeded, but then
tried again, they are just out for him in some crazy single-minded
thing.  If they are, then we don't think any of you are at risk,
because Jac's here with us.

Please get back to me, and watch out everybody, just in case.]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (09:05:34 / 04-29-55)
           Carib League Matrix Uplink #6973

*****Private: BIGHORN
>>>>>[Greetings.  Yes, I am probably availible, especially for your sources.
However, you are lucky I am here at all.  I normally am not on here..only a
tip from another source got me on here at all.

Call me at >>LTG<< instead.  We will set up a meet.]<<<<<
        --  Johnson <11:39:55/04-29-55>

*****Private: Quickling
>>>>>[Sis, did you tell him to mail me there?]<<<<<
        --  Johnson <11:40:15/04-29-55>

*****Private: Johnson
>>>>>[No, I told him to call you.  Sorry about that.  Take his run...and get out
here yourself.  Thanks.]<<<<<
        --  Quickling <11:40:20/04-29-55>

>>>>>[Coyote, just to let you know, we're off to the meet with the Johnson
right now. The link will be set up so that you can watch things from your
end. I know you've got projects of your own going right now, what with
Dante reappearing and all, but I know you wanted to sit in on this, so
we're providing a means for it. See you later.]<<<<<
        -- Chance <10:34:29/04-29-55>

>>>>>[Coyote, dis here's Rox. I'm linkin da vid feed in now, so you betta
be receivin. Dis is da view from my drone overflyin' da site, in case you
waz wonderin. Enjoy. 

*****Begin VidLink*****

The static resolves into a black and white image. Seattle, downtown, or
close to it, judging by the number of corp suits milling around in the
streets. It is, oddly enough, a warm spring day, and the warm weather
fashions are making themselves seen. 

After panning around in a general sweep, the camera zooms in on a dark
blue van parked on the side of the street. As you watch, the side door
opens and three people emerge. You recognize them as Chance, Widow, and
Blaze. They glance around, and begin walking towards a sidewalk cafe near
the van. The camera follows them as they walk. 

*****Begin AudioLink*****

CHANCE: Rox, are we coming in?
ROX: Yeah Chance. Loud 'n clear.

The three runners pause at the entrance to the cafe, and then they move
towards a table where a woman dressed in dark clothes and wearing
mirrorshades is seated. They sit down, and the woman takes a manilla
envelope from a bag at her side. 

WOMAN: You must be Chance and Company. Where is the rest of the team?
CHANCE: Our decker is currently working on other projects.
WOMAN: Yes... the one known as Coyote. What about your rigger, the ork Rox?
CHANCE: You are remarkably well informed.
WOMAN: I make it my business to know who I'm dealing with. These other two
       must be Widow and Blaze, tech and magic specialists.
CHANCE: Yes. You have a proposal for us?
WOMAN: Yes I do. Glance through the contents of this envelope.

The suit hands the envelope across the table to Chance, who opens it and
withdraws a stack of papers. On the top is a handwritten note. The camera
zooms in farther to read it. 

"Do not react to this note. This meet is a set-up. There are currently two
snipers with guns pointed at your heads. Continue to behave as if nothing
were unusual. Laurissa."

Chance glances up at the suit, and then pages through the remainder of the
documents. He hands them to Blaze, who does the same. 

CHANCE: So what do you want us to do?
WOMAN: I thought that was made clear in those documents,
CHANCE: Yes, there is certainly lots of information there, but I would like
        specifics.
WOMAN: It is all in the file.
CHANCE: Yes, I am sure. Very well, shall we discuss payment?
WOMAN: The fee is as stated in our communication through Mr. Warehouse.
CHANCE: Well, this job requires a bit of negotiation.
WOMAN: Does it really? Would you like to pay in BLOOD?

The woman suuddenly pushes the table over, and pushes Blaze out of the
way. A bullet strikes the ground where he had been sitting a moment
earlier. Another shot rings out almost immedeately, narrowly missing
Chance. 

Pandemonium erupts as corporate suits scatter, overturning tables,
spilling food, knocking one another down in their rush to reach safety. 

CHANCE: WHAT THE FRAG IS GOING ON?
WOMAN: CHANCE, IT'S VENGEANCE! HE SET THIS UP TO GET BLAZE!
CHANCE: WHAT?!?!?!
WOMAN: IT'S ME! LAURI! COME ON! LET'S GET TO SAFETY!

The woman grabs Chance by the arm and draws a pistol with her other hand.

WOMAN: WIDOW! BLAZE! COME ON!

The four press their way through the panicking crowd. Another shot rings
out, and a man falls, his shirt stained red. People press each other,
trying to take cover from the shots. 

A siren is heard in the distance, over screams of the crowd. Someone has
called the Star, and they are responding. The team is pressed away from
the van they have been struggling towards. 

CHANCE: ROX! GET THE VAN OUT! WE'LL MEET UP LATER!
ROX: I WON'T LEAVE YOU GUYS!
CHANCE: DON'T PLAY HERO! GET GOING!
ROX: ALL RIGHT, CHANCE, YOU'RE DA BOSS. BUT I'M LEAVIN DA DRONE TA KEEP AN EYE
     OUT!

The van peels out, swerving through the traffic. The drone begins
circling, the camera zooming out to get a wide angle view of the scene. It
catches sight of one gunman on a rooftop nearby. The drone zooms in for a
closer look. 

ROX: FOUND ONE CHANCE! I'M GONNA TAKE HIM OUT!

There is the stutter of burst fire, and the gunman staggers. He sees the
drone and takes a shot at it with his rifle, but misses. The drone fires
again, and the gunner staggers closer to the edge of the building. Trying
to keep his balance, he drops the rifle. Flainling his arms, he stumbles
and falls over the edge. There are several screams as he hits the ground. 

The drone zooms back out and searches the buildings again for signs of the
team. It finds them climbing up a fire escape. Chance is the first one up,
followed closely by the others. They all have pistols drawn now. 

CHANCE: All right, let's go. We gotta get out of here!

The team starts running across the rooftops, away from the chaos in the
street below. Shots ricochet off the pavement, and the camera swoops to
show three figures chasing the team. 

CHANCE: Damnit... what did we do to deserve this?
BLAZE: I was asking myself the same thing, Chance.

The team reaches the edge of the building. Lauri jumps across without a
second thought. The others are close behind. Their persuants stop at the
edge a few seconds later and take a few shots at the team. Blaze staggers. 

WIDOW: BLAZE!!!
BLAZE: I'm all right! Keep going!

The would-be assassins leap across the gap themselves, one of them
stumblng as he hits the opposite roof, and the chase continues. Bullets
flying in both directions. 

A wider gap is reached, and the team leaps across. However, just as Chance
leaps, a shot grazes his arm and his jump is poor. He hits the opposite
side at about his waist and he slides down, grabbing onto the edge with
his cyberarm. 

CHANCE: FRAG!
BLAZE: HOLD ON GUYS, WE GOTTA GET HIM!
CHANCE: FORGET ME! IT'S YOU THEY'RE AFTER! GET GOING!
WIDOW: NO WAY, OLD MAN! YOU'RE NUMBER ISN'T UP YET!

The enemy runners stop and begin shooting. Bullets ping off the wall as
Lauri and Blaze try hauling Chance up. Widow lays down some cover fire,
and a couple of her shots find their targets. The targets, however, are
armored, so her shots do little. Another bullet catches Chance in the leg
and he grunts in pain, his arm losing its grip. Fortunately, Lauri and
Blaze catch him and haul him up onto the roof. 

The drone dives down, and there is the stutter of burst fire. Bullets
strike the ground near the assassins, and a couple strike as the targets
dive to the side to avoid the drone's submachine gun. 

The drone swoops away, and the chase resumes. The team approaches another
building edge. The next building is three stories higher, and the team
stops, looking around for a means of escape. Lone Star sirens can be heard
from the ground below, and the sound of a helicopter is also in the air. 

CHANCE: What now?

On the rook of the next building, a figure steps into view. He laughs as
he sees the team's perdicament. 

LAURI: Vengeance.
VENGEANCE: Well, William Spiritsong. I have found you. The game is mine.
BLAZE: Not if I can help it.
VENGEANCE: Oh, but you can't. There is no escape. I'll leave your friends to
   the Bayou Boys. They aren't too happy about what you've done to their 
   friend. But you will be my prize. I will take your head home to the 
   Lodge and show them all that I follow through on my promises.
CHANCE: You're really sick, you know that?
VENGEANCE: *laugh* Perhaps, Chance. Perhaps. But I am also victorious.

Vengeance begins waving his arms and chanting.

BLAZE: HE'S CASTING! WATCH OUT!

Lauri glances around. On one side, the Bayou Boys, grinning. On the other,
the wall of an apartment building. 

LAURI: On my word, jump!

The drone dives in, hoping to distract the shaman before he can complete the
spell.

LAURI: NOW! JUMP!

Lauri runs and jumps across the gap, straight through a window. It
shatters with a loud crash, and she is through. The rest of the team
follows her lead, diving across the gap through other windows next to it,
just as the guns on the drone fire, catching Vengeance in the leg. He
roars, and turns his spell on the drone. There is a blast of light, and
then... 

*****SIGNAL TERMINATED*****

>>>>>[FRAG! ROX! Are you all right? Speak to me man! Tell me you're ok!]<<<<<
        -- Coyote <Howl/Howl>

>>>>>[Yeah, I'm ok. A little shaken, but I cut my link to da drone in
time. I'll be by as soon as I swing by da spot where Chance and da others
were. Dey should be all right, especially wid da Star right nearby. I
don't see dose Bayou Boys hangin aroun to party wid da Star. I know I
wouldn't.]<<<<<
        -- Rox <10:58:55/04-29-55>

>>>>>[All right. Let me know as soon as you find out anything. I'll be
here.]<<<<<
        -- Coyote <Howl/Howl>

*****Private: BIGHORN
>>>>>[I have already called her.  Thank you though.]<<<<<
        --  Johnson <11:42:07/04-29-55>

*****Private: Coyote
>>>>>[Genetek's back?

Or something RELATED to it is?

I can probably help out with it again.  But not for a while.

Oh, and I'm not alive to anyone else.  Don't mention it, alright?]<<<<<
        --  Solonus <12:00:00/04-29-55>

>>>>>[ Brick has a point. With this many people are we gonna be able to
slip into the Cathedral all quiet-like? Although I question whether or
not the individual members of Hammer of Chaos are the end-results of
years and years of inbreeding, I don't doubt their intelligence. They're
sure to have hired guards, and set up SOME surveilance equipment.

I think I'll do a little probing into their system (if indeed they
do have one set up) before we go in... ]<<<<<
        --  Silicon Saboteur <JeJoueAvec/LesOrdinateurs>

Encrypted to: Couch, Brick, Silicon Saboteur, Talon, Gawk, Clown, St.John,
              Father Brian Grant, Megann McKinney, etc.
*****Begin Encrypt Immortalis.v.1.0.1
>>>>>[Yes, we've definately got to get a shorter name for the group.  How
about something having to do with *BLANK* of Order.  (fill in with some
approb. mechanical instrument name?).  I believe I know the church in quest-
ion, but please enlighten me to more details?   If the guards are carrying
light weapondry, we will probably (we, ie Orion and Meg) be carrying similar.
Any explosives needed?  Small amounts of c-12 available upon request in case
it is needed.  I'll probably bring along a handful of flash grenades, they're
usually helpful in hostage situations.]<<<<<
        -- Orion Antilles <Ready.When/UR>

>>>>>[Megann, I hope last night cleared up those past misunderstandings.  I'm
out to check in on some old friends real quick, be back soon.  Left you some
sounds from my heyday to let you know how I feel.  See ya soon.
     *include soundfile Peter.Gabriel.In_Your_Eyes, 12mb.
     *include soundfile U2.All_I_Want_Is_You, 13.4mb. ]<<<<<
        -- Orion <Sorry.4/mistakes>

****PRIVATE TO:  NOT Orion Antilles
>>>>>[This is a general post to all those about.  I seek information on the
whereabouts of one Orion Antilles, and will pay handsomely for such information
if it is deemed useful by myself and my organization.]<<<<<
        -- Arrowsmyth, founder, Assassins Guild of Greater UCAS <Orion's/fall>

>>>>>[My God, I've seen many things in my day, but those THINGS ripping
apart the security guards.  I've only dealt with that kind of concentrated
evil once before.  It nearly killed me. 
   
Freddy, guys, we've got a royal bug hunt here.  If these insect things are
after Jac.  I just wish Jac the best.  It's beyond my abilities to stop
something of this power.  I'll do what I can, but I can't guarantee any
miracles.]<<<<<
   -- Jasmine (11:05:05/4-29-55)

*****ENGAGE: courrier v3.01 PRIVATE TO: Freddy Frypp
>>>>>[Herr Frypp, i have just finished my current business in Seattle
and am having a few days free.  Wow, two well paid jobs in a week, i'm
not used to this.  The point is, i can coming to fix the interface of
Jacamus if you want to bring me to him.  Do i really need 200 sunblock?
I will also needing an extensive clinic facility there.]<<<<<
        -- Basilisk <19:31:12 GMT/29.Apr.55>

*****PRIVATE: Freddy Frypp
>>>>>[Freddy, I will be disappearing on another run for a day or so.  Trust
me, that this will actually be good.  Those were Wyrd Mantis Spirits.  I am
going to do a little studying on the "lesser" totems and try to glean some
info that we can use.  In the mean time, I wish I could join you in Barbados.
I will be in touch.]<<<<<
   -- Jasmine (3:05:00/4-29-55)

>>>>>[Hi all,  I just got the sec-cam footage from Silicon Sabotour.  I merged
it with the audio that Gawk sent me.  Here it is.

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                Time sequencing......(.0012).........

{Audio:(Silicon) "I have control of the security system."}

The camera opens on a narrow street.  A tall dark figure is barely seen as he
scurries accross the road.  The camera follows him as he scales the dark stone
wall of the cathedral, catching a glimpse of a large iron cross around the
man's neck.  The figure disappears onto the roof for a few moments before
returning to the ground.

{Audio:(Talon) "Top side gaurd is eliminated.  Cross quickly, but keep it quiet"

A small group of people glide accross the street and join Talon against the wall
They begin to crawl towards the front of the building.  They stop as they reach
a large colored window that is about 6' off of the ground.  A short blocky man
in full armor reaches into a pocket and pulls out some sort of device.  He
tries unsuccessfuly to open the window.

{Audio:(Brick) "Frag, I'm too damn short!  Gawk, lift me up."

Two members of the group stand up and lift Brick up to the window.  He quickly
opens it and enters the building.

The camera switches to a view inside of the cathedral.  The rest of the group
quickly enters the sparse room.  They jog past the dead body of a gaurd and
pause at the door leading into the main body of the cathedral.

{Audio:(Father Brian Grant) "Why did you kill him Brick?  You said you
 wouldn't"}

{Audio:(Brick) "Um...Sorry, Father......He started it!...."}

{Audio:(Silicon) "I only see one gaurd inside and he seems to be dozing off"}

Gawk slowly opens the door as the rest of the group slips by him.  Again, the
camera switches, this time to a view of a long corridor with makeshift walls
forming small rooms.  About half way down the hall a large man sits in a chair,
fast asleep.  The group tiptoes past the gaurd.  Father Grant pauses and lays
his hands on the mans forehead.

{Audio:(Father Brian Grant): "He shouldn't wake up for a while now!"}

The camera switches again to the front of the main room.  An altar is in the
foreground with the makeshift bedrooms in the background.  The group quicly
passes by and starts decending a stairway.  At the bottom it opens into a large
commons area.  Past a few rows of tables, two exits are seen.  One is an iron
door and appears to be the armory.  The other is another dark hallway.  The
group starts down this corridor.  They continue until it turns left.

{Audio:(Gawk) "Hey, what's ahead of us?"}
{Audio:(Silicon) "Just a sec.....FRAG, that IC was a bugger!....There is a BIG
                Troll with his back to a door.  He is armed and does NOT look
                friendly."}
{Audio:(Orion) "Ahh, I thought this was too easy!"}
{Audio:(Father Brian Grant) "Remember, don't kill him!"}
{Audio:(Gawk) "Yep."}

Gawk and Brick quickly spin into the hallway firing thier silenced weapons.  The
Troll gets hit once, but manages to dive into a recess in the wall.  He fires
back as the dynamic duo roll out of the hallway.

{Audio:(Brick) "Dat Fragger is fast!"}
{Audio:(Talon) "Well, so much for being quiet"}
{Audio:(Megan) "You boys need to learn a bit of patience"}

The troll continues firing towards the group, but not coming close to them.
He pauses to reload and Megan twirls down the hallway. The Troll sticks his
head and rifle out to begin shooting, but a knife pins his hand.  Another
knife leaves Megan's hand and lands in the Troll' shoulder.  Another figure,
Orion, leaps over the top of Megan and delivers a sharp kick to the Troll's
head.  Father Brian Grant also steps into the hallway and looses a ball of
green magic.  The Troll falls to the ground in a heap, but is still breathing.

{Audio:(Gawk) "Score two for da Padre"}
{Audio:(Brick) "Wow, did you see dos two move?")

The group slips past the troll and enter the room.  The large room is decorated
in rich paintings and gold trinkets.  A giant wooden throne sits along the far
wall.

{Audio(Gawk) "God...Oops....Golly, this is amazing!"}
{Audio:(Talon) "This must be Elysius' office.  That painting behind the throne
                is him."}

The group continues through this room and into another.  As the step through
the open doorway, Orion jumps back as a stream of lead slams into his shoulder.
He slips backwards and falls to the floor hard.  Father Brian Grant quickly
pulls him out of the way and begins trying to heal him.

{Audio:(Father Grant) "It's not that bad, should only take me a few moments"}
{Audio:(Megan) "Gettin' slow in your old age arn't you."}

Gawk and Brick return fire with thier automatic weapons.  Talon joins them with
his heavy pistol.  Megan ducks behind them and pulls a brick out of her bag.
She jumps up and lofts it towards the unseen assailants.  She dives for cover
as she presses the flashing red button on the remote she is holding.  Gawk,
Brick and Talon are thrown backwards by the blast as a fireball consumes the
doorway.  They cautiously peer into the smoky room.  Parts from two bodies are
strewn accross the room and the far door was blown off of its hinges.  Megan
stays with the Father and Orion as the others cross the room.  The far room
is decorated just as fine as the throne room.  A huge bed is in one corner and
a large oak desk is in the other.  A shiny black pyramid rests along the back
wall.  Imbedded in the front face of the pyramid is a large cross.  In the
center of the cross is a circle surrounding a cluster of 12 arrows.  It looks
remarkably similar to the Cross that hangs from Talon's neck.

{Audio:(Talon) "Dear God, No it can't be!"}
{Audio:(Brick) "What iz it Talon?"}
{Audio:(Talon) " Nothing, don't worry about it."}

Gawk and Brick empty the desk of anything that looks important, including the
laptop computer.  The three of them quickly exit the room.}

I left out thier escape.  It was kind of exciting, but they only had to dispatch
two more gaurds on the way out.  Orion was able to exit under his own
 power.]<<<<<
        -- Couch <..:..:.. / ..-..-..>

>>>>>[Long winded isn't he!]<<<<<
        -- Eric <The / Driver>

>>>>>[Oooooooh am I trambling. Who the hall are ya mates?, the sidekicks
for ya boss scully head? If so please let ya boss fight his own battles.
It will save him or her some face. Pity if it a good looking person but
knowing ya all he or she probably look like some gunk left at some side
street. Get my meaning or maybe ya little squally brain cells not up to
it?]<<<<<
        -- Traith <I am pissed>

*****Private: Couple of Grapefruits Short of a Dozen.
>>>>>[Well, I don't know what they were, but they didn't look
very nice to me. If those things really are after Jac' then
he's got a problem (especially considered the state he's in now).
But anyway, if somebody has got more info on them things, please
let me know. We might even try to defend Jac (although I doubt
we even can slow down these things. Do they have a weakness?
If those guys really are after Jac, or you need some extra
protection (I doubt that a non-magical being can sneak past
me, and I guess magical beings should have a hard time trying)
please let me know. Barbados looks pretty nice to me.

I know only little of magic (exept my own, but that's unrelated
to spirits anyway), but doesn't a spirit require some sort of
controller (a shaman or a mage), that will send it after Jac?
It might be easier to take out the mage than the spirit
(too bad they are mantis spirits, not ant spirits...).

Anyway, if there is anything I can do, please let me know.
I don't like something that dangerous walking freely.
I don't like something that dangerous at all.

BTW, if we really are going to stop these things, we need some
REALLY heavy backup, I guess. Please let me hear from you.
LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!]<<<<<
        -- Aadvark (16:16:13/30-4-55)

*****PRIVATE TO: Commander Drake
>>>>>Sir, we have a problem.  We have done personality profiles of the decker
known as "Double D".  Also, we have compared known aliases, movements, and
deck signatures, and we have come up with some disturbing conclusions.

While we can provide you with the detailed analysis if you desire it, we feel
that it would be best that you get the bare bones.

The appearance of Double D on the net, specifically in Chicago, coincides
precisely with the day after Dante's death.  Also, with the movements of his
pet gang, the THUGS, from Seattle to Chicago after the runner known as
Punisher virtually annahilated them, this points in a specific direction.  The
deck signatures are virtually identical, but with minor changes for some
purpose that our technicians cannot fathom yet.  Finally, the personality
profiles match.  Exactly.

Double D is Dante.  We have re-activated the file on Dante and added Double D
to his long list of aliases.]<<<<<
        --  Interpol Headquarters(11:28:03/04-30-55)

>>>>>[It appears that, after reading an Interpol internal memo saying that
Dante's file has been re-opened, the time has come....

*****Activate Transformation*****
*****De-Cloaking--Deck Signature Facade..removed*****
*****Engage Automatic T/D Suppression*****
*****Activate Extended Memory/Multi-Program Access*****


*****All Programs Activated*****

Ahhhhhhhh...  That feels so much better.

Hello everyone.  It is so nice to see you all again, without needing a
replacement deck signature.  IBA, you couldn't burn my deck even if you had it
in your hands and happened to have a flamethrower.  It is far beyond your
feeble skills.  CB, I'm pleased to see you too fell into the trap of my sig.
You'll find the new one much harder to get a lock on...and you'll never know
if it's the real sig or just another facade.  Raven, I'm glad to see you are
out of Interpol's hands...  While it makes my life more interesting, I relish
the thought of making you pay for ruining my plans for Central and Maxim Arms.
But no matter.  And Harlequin, if your half-witted, so-called Expert system
that you affectionately call Gossymer hand'
hadn't arrived when she did, you would not be laughing right now.  Spirit, I am
happy that you have two wonderful children...I will enjoy removing their
parents from this world.  Goodbye, everyone.  It has been nice, but it is time
again for me to plan and prepare for our next meeting.  Perhaps we shall meet
sooner than you hope, but you can be sure it will be on my terms, not yours.

Until then...]<<<<<
        --  Dante(Abandon:All:Hope/Ye-Who-Enter-Here)

*****ENCRYPT: Guys in France
>>>>>[Man, dat was fun.  I forgot how much I love the smell of
cordite and smoke.  Maybe dat's why da girls don't like me.  Does
anyone know what dat weird symbol we found was?  I ain't too
religious, and I've never seen dat before]<<<<<
        -- Brick <12:04:19 / 04-30-55>

*****ENCRYPT: Not to Orion Antilles
>>>>>[Hey guys.  I don't know if Orion bein' totally straight wit
us.  He seemed pretty surprised to see dat symbol.  I wonder what
dat assassin's guild would want wit him?  Maybe we could talk to
dem.]<<<<<
        -- Brick <12:07:37 / 04-30-55>

>>>>>[Welcome back, Dante...

      ...in the midst of the dark forest of middle life...

I am sure you will recognize the quote.]<<<<<
        --  Dark Angel <15:48:15/04-30-55>

>>>>>[I just heard from my superiors that a Cathedral in Bourges, France is
under attack from spirits of unknown sources.  I think that this is related to
our mission.  We should investigate.]<<<<<
        -- Talon <VITRIOL>

>>>>>[Transportation is waiting at ***Location***]<<<<<
        -- Couch <..:..:.. / ..-..-..>