>>>>>[The snakes are getting really restless.  Something is definitely
happening.  Jasmine's skin is really getting wierd.  It's almost like she's
developing callouses all over her face and hands.  I would asume that this is
occuring all over her body, but I can't see through her clothes.  Arbethril
has advised me to leave the room.  Apparently, Jasmine's body temperature has
dropped almost 30 degrees.  I can't help but wonder if she's dead.
   
All that poison running through her veins.  The snakes just keep biting
her and she doesn't move.  This is pretty gruesome.  I've already been
sick and probably will be again. 
   
Arbethril just informed me that Jasmine is fine astrally.  I guess there's
some sort of a magical tie between the two or something.  I never
understood all that stuff.  How can someone really be okay when their body
starts to fall apart and bruise for no apparent reason. 
   
I asked how much longer it would be before Jasmine "awakens".  Arbethril
said that in a private conversation with Jasmine, Jasmine had said it
could be two or three days!!!  Two or three!!! 
   
Wait...she twitched.  Arbethril is calling me over.  Oh God, Jasmine's
eyes are open!!!.  She's still not "awake".  Her pupils...they're just
slits.  Human pupils aren't slits!  And they're red!!!.  The snakes have
all backed off.  Hold everything, the snakes are crawling into a
formation.  Hey, they're making letters! 

 |'/\/\  ()|<

 |'/\/\  ()|<

Arbethril is crying.  "It's Jasmine.  By the Gods, she's communicating."
She's ok.  You heard it from the lady herself.  Jasmine, even if you're
okay, where are you?]<<<<<
   -- Shields (3:35:47/5-6-66)

>>>>>[Boy, the footage from here was a mess, I did my best to patch it up,
but there are some big holes in it.  There is also a long hole right in
the beginning when we were attacked.  I cleaned up the audio track also,
but much of that is also incomprehensible.  After I poat this, I'm takin'
a break for a few weeks.  Get rid of this stress (and spend a bit o' money
too!) I here that the Carolina's are fun this time of year. 

{DOWNLOAD: File12.3.............. 

Static fills the screen for about a half of a minute before the footage
opens. The group is slipping through a dark doorway into a short hallway. 
Gawk is walking rather slowly and not paying much attention to what is
going on. 

"Gawk, get it together, your going to get us killed if you don't shape
up!" said Talon. 

"I ....(INAUDIBLE)...." mumbles Gawk.  The group pauses in front of a
closed doorway.  Brick takes the lead and kicks it through.  A wild-eyed,
blonde, woman is sitting at a console.  She whirls around with a scream,
firing as she spins.  Gaping holes form a pattern on her gaunt body, the
result of autofire from the group.  The deadly fire continues and sends
sparks flying as the rigger console is shredded.  The group quickly leaves
the room and continue down the hallway.  "I really hate killin' chicks!"
remarks Gawk. 
        "Ah, she was ugly anyways," replies Brick.
        "Hey Toad, you're not much of a looker either." comments Megan.

Brick crashes through another door and is thrown backwards as a blast of
blue energy slams him into the far wall.  Chunks of the floor begin to fly
as a path of lead flies towards him.  He manages to roll out of the way,
leaving his helmet in the doorway.  The stream of fire throws the helmet
into the air, and carves it like a block of swiss cheese. 
        
"Frag" yells Gawk as he tosses two grenades into the room.  Orion, Megan
and Talon bolt into the room just after the grenades detonate.  Brick and
Gawk take up position on either side of the door and return the deadly
fire.  Inside the room, half of one gaurd is laying on the floor with the
other half plastered to the wall.  Orion has a gaurds throat in his hand
and is kicking the falling body out of his way.  A third gaurd turns to
shoot at Orion, but is pepered by Talon and the duo at the door.......(23
SECONDS OF STATIC)....... 

The group is engaged in another firefight in a different room.  Two black
garbed soldiers are firing from behind a blockade, while others are firing
from a catwalk above.  The group is unloading at the gaurds.  Father Brian
Grant's face is a mask of determination and sweat from the amount of
spells he has thrown. Talon throws his HK to the ground and pulls out a
large pistol.  Suddenly, a cloud of raw green energy envelopes the two
gaurds behind the wall.  They fall screaming as blood drains from thier
ears, nose and mouths.  Without the ground support, the gaurds on the
catwalk become easy prey for the group.  The fire from above stops as the
remaining gaurd escapes through a small window.  The group, with guns
aimed at the catwalk, make thier way accross the large room. Father Grant
is using Talon as a support. 

Gawk slowly opens the far door and the slip into the next room.  This room
makes the last look like the inside of a shoebox.  The doorway opens up on
a balcony overlooking a huge room.  The room is smoky and lit by a
flickering fire coming from below.  On the center of the floor, lies an
immense obsidian stone.  A pale lank elf is strapped, naked, by hand and
foot accross the stone.  Radiating from outwards from the stone, lines of
fire end in a circle which surrounds the stone.  At each of the compas
points, stands a man.  They have outspread arms and flowing black robes. 
Thier faces, grim with determination, silently mouth unknown words.  Four
children lay writhing and screaming between the men, fire lapping at thier
legs.  Talon aims his pistol at the short Mexican man. He fires, but the
bullet bounces off of an invisible shield well before it reaches him. 

The men slowly turn to find thier assailants.  The man at the 'north'
point points at Gawk and says, "Gawk, I've been waiting to kill you!"

"Not today Louis, ya French Bastard!" Gawk screams as he hurls himself off
of the balcony and onto the robed man.  Following his lead, Talon, Orion,
and Megan launch themselves at the others.  Brick takes one look down,
shakes his head and sprints, with Father Grant, towards a staircase. 
Gawk, his face hidden in rage lands on Louis.  Louis returns the blow with
a sharp bolt of red energy.  They then proceed to duke it out on the
ground, rolling precariously close to the rising flames.  The flames, now
out of control, reach forth and try to consume the children. 

Talon's foot slams into a tall, lanky, robed man.  The man rolls to the
right and returns with a feeble punch of his own.  Talon spins away from
the blow and connects with a violent kick to the base of the neck.  The
man falls like a sack of potatoes.  "Peter! Why......(INAUDIBLE...."
exclaims Talon. 

Orion lands on his feet and rolls into the Mexican's legs.  The man falls
and begins screaming in pain as Orion proceeds to break both of his legs. 
The man's agony does not last long as Orion quickly crushes his neck. 

Megan, landing about 2 meters away from a huge Middle Easterner, draws two
deadly blades.  The man grins and pulls out a black sickle.  He slashes at
her and catches her arm.  She jerks it away and darts in with an attack of
her own. The man can not keep up with Megan's lightning fast reflexes and
is soon lying on his back in a pool of blood. 

Father Brian Grant is scrambling around the room trying to pull the young
children from the flames.  He is only partially successful, managing to
save three of the four.  Brick, braving the flames, sprints into the circl
towards the stone.  He leaps out of the fire and onto the top of the
stone.  Without pausing, he rips TK free and throws him over his shoulder. 
The elf tries unsuccessfuly to raise his head. 

Gawk has finished off Louis, and rushes to Bricks aid.}

They got out alright.  Whatkind of animal would dare do that to kids?  I
need some air.]<<<<<
        -- Couch <..:..:.. / ..-..-..>

>>>>>[Ick, can you imagine Couch in a swimsuit on the beach?  I hope
nobody tries to push him back in!]<<<<<
        -- Eric <Shut-up I'm Drivin'>

>>>>>[Thank-you everyone who helped me, Ifind it heartwarming that someone
would care enough to risk thier lives to save me.  I owe all of you my
life...]<<<<<
        -- TK <17:46:33 / 05-06-55>

>>>>>[TK, It was fun.  Better than babysittin' my bro'.  Speakin, of dat,
I gotta go back an' help him through his recovery.  I'll git in touch wit
ya all when I git back.]<<<<<
        -- Brick <17:48:43 / 05-06-55>

>>>>>[On behalf of the Vatican city, I would like to thank you for your
help. I trust that you will find your new bank balances pleasing. 
Remember, it is never to late to give up your violent ways and follow a
more peaceful path.]<<<<<
        -- Talon <VITRIOL>

*****PRIVATE-TO: Father Brian Grant
>>>>>[I have been informed that there is position open for you at the
Vatican if you wish.  It involves much travel and humanitarian work along
with the use of your special gifts.  Please let me know if you are
interested.]<<<<<
        -- Talon <VITRIOL>

>>>>>[You are wrong, Nightfox.  Mana was fluxing pretty high
yesterday.]<<<<<
        --  Norman Yoshida <17:58:35 / 05-06-55>
            Executive Vice President
            Yoshida Technologies

>>>>>[ That's some reall heavy mojo goin' on there.  Dey's sendin' dere
messages from 11 years in de future! ]<<<<<
        -- Crackpot <15:56:14GMT/05-06-55>

>>>>>[ Yoshida-san is right.  Levels were nice for some..um...
experimenting I did in sorcery yesterday.  However, I believe at the
moment that it was due more a result of the mana flow's response to man's
reaction to the number pattern than some natural innate thing about the
day itself.  That's why the Christmas season is in part so interesting,
cuz' everyone's spirits are effected some way. The effects of a groupmind
are staggering sometimes. ]<<<<<
        -- Jazz <00:00:00/00-00-00>

>>>>>[Sorry about the date problem, There was a power surge.  I didn't
think it had affected my deck.  I dunno.  Maybe it's something to do with
the magic?]<<<<<
   -- Shields (4:10:55/5-6-55)

>>>>>[Hey guys, we made the news again. In s roundabout sort of way. 

{_______French News Wire______

Sens, France:

A high ranking government official was among 23 deaths during an attack
yesterday.  The Official was preparing the Cathedral for a visit by Pope
Peter the Roman this weekend.  Sources say that the Cathedral was attacked
by elements of a fanatical group called 'Hammer of Chaos' They also belive
that another terrorist organization was involved in the attack.  Among the
dead was also a high ranking Aztechnology Security official.  It is
believed that Aztechnology may have been under contract for the event.  A
complet list of casulties will be released after thier families have been
notified. 

An official statement by the Vatican deplores this act of violence.  The
Pope has not cancelled his stop and still plans on delivering mass at noon
on Sunday May 8.}

Well, I'm out of here for a while!]<<<<<
        -- Couch <..:..:.. / ..-..-..>

>>>>>[Couch, your friends should not have let me escape.  Do not grow
comfortable with your newfound wealth, because I will get even.]<<<<<
        -- Bloodfist <Ha,Ha,Ha,Ha,Ha>

>>>>>[Frag!]<<<<<
        -- Couch <..:..:.. / ..-..-..>

>>>>>[Sorry to post another change, but as they happen I really need to
talk about them just to keep myself sane.  The snakes have resumed their
positions on her body.  She's moving.  At first, Arbethril and I thought
she was going into spasms, but then we noticed that it wasn't a jerky
motion. 
   
She's moving in very fluid motion.  Her entire body, every muscle, is
rippling.  Dang, if she were naked, it'd be almost erotic.  I once saw a
dancer...oh, sorry, back to Jasmine. 
   
Her skin is no longer getting harder and pale.  It's now becoming almost
transparent.  I'd almost think she'd been burned really bad by the sun,
but we're inside.  Her face is getting really, really pink now and her
skin is peeling. 
   
I don't claim to be a herpetologist, but I'd say she's molting.]<<<<<
   -- Shields (4:40:32/5-6-55)

>>>>>[See ya around, Coyote.  And good luck.  Good luck for the bunch of
you.]<<<<<
        --  Quickling <19:32:59/05-06-55>

>>>>>[Farewell, Chance & Co.  Take care of y'self, or I'll do it for you. 
And believe me, I am less than subtle.]<<<<<
        -- Dark Angel <Fallen/Soul>

*****Private to: Lauri
>>>>>[Thanks for everything we ever shared.  I will remember you --]<<<<<
        -- Durandal <19:58:06/05-06-55>

>>>>>[ Where are you gonna get married? If you have no SIN, this will be a
problem.]<<<<<
        --  Street Heat(00:53:20/5/7/55)

>>>>>[We both have SIN's and it will be in Tir Na n'Og, where we are both
from. Everyone is invited.  We have already made arangements to have the
wedding on June 4th 2055.  And thank you Spirit, hopefully we will have as
happy of wedding as you and CRUSH had.]<<<<<
        --  Colice Brightstar(13:53:00/05-07-55)

***** Wrong Norman?  I do not disagree that there was an increase in the
flow and the weave around central Seattle during the fifth.  I also tend
to agree with the asumption by Jazz that fluctuations in the mana flow
where in response to man than to any natural thickening in the weave at
the time.  I personally see no justification in saying that the date had
any real influence in the event since most people would not take notice of
the date which to them would have been May 5 2055 a fairly unassuming
number.  A cause which has been discussed in the student lounge areas of
the Occult Studies department of late is that what was experienced in
Seattle was just a rippling of the mana caused by the high emotional
celebration of Tir Independence Day on May the First.  I personally have
stayed away from the conversation since it has mostly been an exercise in
self aggrandisement and inflation of already overly large egos.  What ever
the true cause of the fluctuations that did happen to the central Seattle
area on the fifth day of the fifth month of the fifth year, people will
asume what they want to believe as always.  I personally believe that, as
normally occurs, there were multiple events which caused the occurance one
of which happens to be the excitement of the date in question and another
of which is a young girl coming closer to her totem.  Have a nice day and
before I forget, how is your father, I have not of him recently.*****
        -- Nightfox <N'Ralan Filox>

*****PRIVATE TO:  Talon
>>>>>[As much I appreciate the offer, I am afraid I must decline.  I feel
that I can do more good by continuing my work in New Orleans.  May God
bless you in all your future endeavors.]<<<<<
        --  Father Brian Grant <12:50:22/05-08-55>

>>>>>[Hey there folks. Name's Cobalt, I'm a Rigger. I need some work, if
anybody has some send it my way. No job's too hard. Later.]<<<<<
        -- Cobalt <13:19:34/05-08-55>

>>>>>[Yes, I might have something coming up shortly...some sort of
intellegence gathering mission.  Minimal casualties, stealth is
encouraged.  This means no gunfights.  If they can be avoided.]<<<<<
       --  Dark Angel <Fallen/Soul>

*****PRIVATE TO: Dark Angel
>>>>>[Sounds great, tell me more information, so I can know what to
prepaire for. By the way, I don't mess around with vampires or werewolves,
just in case.]<<<<<
        -- Cobalt <1:30:20/05-08-55>

>>>>>[Riggers do it with their cars.]<<<<<
        --  Anon#45642 <15:29:53 / 05-08-55>
            DataHaven, Denver

*****PRIVATE TO: Anon#45642
>>>>>[Rigger's do it with your girlfriend.]<<<<<
        -- Cobalt <13:33:34/05-08-55>

>>>>>[ Riggers' girlfriends do it with your girlfriend. ]<<<<<
        -- Crackpot <13:40:02GMT/05-08-55>

>>>>>[ That's sick, man.... ]<<<<<
        -- Acid <13:41:33GMT/05-08-55>

>>>>>[That's okay, I tape it and then I sell it on Seattle street
corners.]<<<<<
        -- Cobalt <13:53:34/05-08-55>

>>>>>[I just got a large shipment of, let's say... chalk. I think my name
implies what the..chalk..really is. Anybody interested in helping me sell
this, chalk, contact me.]<<<<<
        -- Speed Racer <13:58:34/05-08-55>

>>>>>[Greetings. Just wanted to take a moment to anounce my presence. I'm
not well aquainted with the area of yet, but I'm working on it.  My
specalties lie in stealth and infiltration.  I'll be around if anyone
wants to get ahold of me.]<<<<<
        -- Daisho <14:06:25/05-08-55>

>>>>>[It's a biomedical facility -- no guards expected.  A sum of 300kY to
be split.  Sound good?]<<<<<
        --  Dark Angel <Fallen/Soul>

>>>>>[SSC's do it wi -- LINK TERMINATED

*****Private to: Dark Angel
>>>>>[Hush, child.]<<<<<
         --  Patricia O'Connor <16:40:00/05-08-55>

*****Private to: Patricia O'Connor
>>>>>[Okay, okay...no need to yank the jack like that...*smile*]<<<<<
         --  Dark Angel <Fallen/Soul>

>>>>>[Sounds good, when is this to be done?]<<<<<
        -- Cobalt <14:56:23/05-08-94>

*****   Not To:  MONICA, Leon Meyers
+++++   Beginlog:  This is an automated posting
+++++   Activate:  CLU Program
                   Loading...
+++++   Activate:  Sensor Package
                   Loading...
+++++   Activate:  HardenedFreejack

+++++   The matrix winks into existance.  It is an empty SAN with only
        one door.  A ball of light begins to pulsate on the ground and
        suddenly extends upward.  After a moment, it fades, leaving
        a construct.

+++++   It is humanoid shaped, wearing what appears to be a military
        uniform.  It wears a belt full of unidentifiable gadgets,
        including a rather nasty-looking sidearm.  On it's back is what
        appears to be a portable field radio of some kind, but a quick
        check reveals it to be a large, integrated package of sensor
        programs.

+++++   There is another flash of light, much smaller this time, over the
        head of the new construct.  As the light fades, the image of a
        ball of blue-green light remains.

Ramirez:        So, CLU, are you ready?
CLU:            Yes, sir.  Powering up.

+++++   The soldier presses a button on his belt and the backpack begins
        to flash with a series of lights.  He then extends his hand into
        the air and pulls from it an assault rifle of some kind.

Ram:    What is your mission?
CLU:    I have been instructed to infiltrate Automated Infoworks for the
        purpose of learing the goals of the construct MONICA, and her
        co-conspiritor Leon Meyers.
Ram:    What are your operating parameters?
CLU:    Learn all that is learnable.  Evaluate that information, and if
        possible, take appropriate action.  Report that information back
        to you.

+++++   Load:  Ethics Parameters

Ram:    Integrate this program.  It will help to guide your actions.
CLU:    Yes, sir.
Ram:    Alright, let's do it.  Call the bike.
CLU:    Loading now, sir.

+++++   The soldier takes a small box out of his utility belt and sets
        it on the floor.  It begins to unfold to reveal what appears to be
        a motorcycle, save that it has no wheels, and mounts a rather
        large cannon on the front.  The soldier shuffles over and takes a
        seat, while the floating ball of light settles into position on
        the handlebars.  The soldier sets the assault rifle into a
        holster on the side.

Ram:    Let's go.
CLU:    Opening doors.

+++++   The door to the SAN opens, revealing the matrix winking in the
        virtual twilight beyond.  The 'bike' lifts a few feet off of
        the ground and leaps from the SAN at an incredible speed.

+++++   For several minutes, the pair race through the networks before
        the AI building is in sight.

Ram:    There it is, CLU.  Are you ready?
CLU:    Yes, sir.
Ram:    Alright.  Prepare to bluff.

+++++   The motorcycle flies down and settles onto a data-highway heading
        towards the AI building.  In a few moments, they are at the front
        of the line.

Guard:  Identification.
CLU:    You don't need to see my identification.
Guard:  (staggering back) I don't need to see your identification.
CLU:    We have a valid ID.
Guard:  You have a valid ID.
CLU:    Move along.
Guard:  Move along.  Move along.

+++++   The pair of infiltrators fly off into the system.

Ram:    What the hell was that?  You were supposed to sneak by the guard,
        not rewrite it?
CLU:    My programming says to use the best approach.  If I sneaked, I
        would have to allocate processing power to keeping the ICe
        suppressed.  By rewriting its identification procedures I was able
        to accomplish in half the time and with no suppressing the same
        task.
Ram:    And what happens when the ICe get's contacted by the CPU?
CLU:    Nothing, only the external identification procedures were
        rewritten.  The internal procedures remained identical.
Ram:    Well, I'll be...
CLU:    That is what you programmed me to do, is it not?
Ram:    Yes, I guess it is.

+++++   The pair continue into the system.

Ram:    I want you to start planting the bugs.
CLU:    Yes, sir.

+++++   A flap in the top of the backpack opens up and a small globe
        extends upwards.  As the journey continues, little balls of light
        shoot from the globe hitting the walls all around the travelling
        pair.  At the wall, the light fades to reveal a little
        microphone-like device, which quickly masks itself, becoming
        invisible.  Some of the lights also turn into a little mouse-like
        constructs that go racing off to plant bugs elsewhere in the
        system.

+++++   For several minutes, the pair fly through the system unimpeded,
        either evading or reprogramming an ICe that they encounter.  No
        alarms are raised.  Bugs and mouse-bots are planted all over.

+++++   The duo fly down a datapath into a large room.  There are no
        other exits save a closed door.  At one end stands a construct.
        It appears dressed in the garb of an African safari hunter,
        wielding a net-gun.

Ram:    Whoops.  Tar monster.

+++++   CLU stops the bike and looks at it.

CLU:    I can not get through that construct via deceiving means.  An
        internal checksum has been implemented to make masking or
        reprogramming impossible.
Ram:    Hmm, can you kill it?
CLU:    Yes.
Ram:    Hmm.  If you kill it, though, the system will go passive as soon
        as someone checks on it, though.
CLU:    Yes, that would be a reasoned response.  But it can also be
        reasoned that a node as heavily protected as the one beyond may
        contain the data that you seek, or at the very least something
        important.
Ram:    How do you figure?
CLU:    _Matrix Security Tactics_, Anarchy Press International.
Ram:    Can you do it in one shot?
CLU:    Yes.
Ram:    Go for it, then.  This is your show.

+++++   CLU flips a switch on the motor cycle and the cannon on the front
        begins to hum.  He then presses a button and a flash of intense
        light leaps forward, vapourizing the ICe.

Ram:    We don't have much time.  We need to get this door open.

+++++   CLU dismounts from the bike and walks over to the door.  He then
        takes an instrument out of his belt and attaches it to the door.
        After pressing a few buttons, the door opens.

+++++   CLU turns to get back on the bike, when suddenly the lights dim
        and turn yellow.

CLU:    Passive alert.  Security will be notified to our presence.
Ram:    Let's get out of here.

+++++   The two ride through the door into the next node.

+++++   Inside, it looks like a large library.  Stacks of data line the
        walls, many of them with snake-shaped ICe coiled around it.

Ram:    We need to get a look at this data, but it looks like a good
        portion of it is encrypted.  Do you think you'll be able to get
        through this?

+++++   CLU reaches out and grabs one of the snakes by the neck.  He
        pulls it off of the book and looks at it for a good second, before
        letting go of it.  The serpent slithers back to its book and
        retakes its position.

CLU:    I believe I have a solution

+++++   CLU waves his hands and a form begins to take shape on the
        ground.  It forms of a small rodent.  The rodent races off and
        starts eating the snakes off of the books.

+++++   The ball of light begins to investigate the data recently freed
        from its serpentine master.

Ram:    Look at this!  Just as I thought.  This whole net.cop idea was
        just a front!  With this MONICA's going to be able to sniff in on
        any traffic passing over the nets.  She'll be able to integrate
        the data into herself of deny access to anyone.  DAMN!  The whole
        place will become dictatorial if she has her way.  I thought this
        was what she was doing, but this is the proof we need.
CLU:    I detect approaching constructs.
Ram:    Damn!  I need to try to get this data downloaded.  I'm going to
        send you a data-sink.  Dump everything you can into it.
CLU:    What of the approaching masses.
Ram:    You'll have to hold them off as long as possible.
CLU:    Yes, sir.

+++++   A swirling vortex appears in the center of the node.  Clu begins
        to toss duplicates of the data into the votext, where they can be
        stored offline.

ICe:    INTRUDER!

+++++   CLU swings around and reaches out for his assault rifle on the
        bike.  It leaps from its holster into CLU's hans.  Aiming at the
        ICe, he fires, blowing small holes through the guard.  The enemy
        drops. And fades.

CLU:    I detect six more constructs approaching.
Ram:    We've got a problem!  There's only one exit!

+++++   CLU goes back to tossing copies of datafiles into the vortex.

Ram:    I think I've got enough evidence.  I'm pulling the memory pack!

+++++   The vortex winks out of existance.

Ram:    Let's get out of here.
CLU:    I need to get to a SAN to properly disconnect.  If you jack me out
        down now without allowing me to shutdown, I could be damaged.  For
        sure, all data from this expedition will be unintegratable.
Ram:    Yep, I know.  I think I saw one about three nodes back.
CLU:    Yes, you did.

+++++   Through the only entrance race a pair of ICe.  Flames dance from
        their fingers and teeth.

+++++   CLU again raises his gun and fires, but the bullets appear to have
        no effect.  Looking down, he flips a switch.  From the
        grenade-launcher under the gun fires a burst of white-light.  It
        slams into one of the constructs and explodes, taking the ICe with
        it.  The other ICe is blown across the room.  CLU spins and
        empties a grenade into it.

Ram:    Let's rock!

+++++   CLU climbs back on the motorcycle and turns to fly back out of
        the room.  Another flame-spewing ICe runs in, but is quickly
        dispatched with a pulse from the cannon.

+++++   The pair race through the connecting datalink back into the room
        that housed the safari hunter.  A pulse from the cannon dispatches
        a spider-like ICe.

+++++   A burst of energy from the wall flashes out and strikes the
        cycle, which begins to sputter and refold.  Ramirez and CLU are
        thrown through the air.

Ram:    ARGH!

+++++   CLU does a flip in the air and lands on his feet.  The hovering
        Ramirez ragains his balance and take up a defensive position.
        The motorcycle, now a little box-like object clatters to the
        ground at their feet, and CLU retrieves it, returning it to his
        belt.

Ram:    Shields!

+++++   CLU presses a button on his belt and a crackling cone of enery
        forms around him.  Bursts of light begin to leap from the wall,
        bouncing wildly off the shield.

+++++   At the same moment, heavy security-doors slam down, blocking the
        exits.

+++++   A construct of some kind with a big gun comes rolling in.  CLU
        dumps a grenade into it, but it doesn't seem to effect the it.

+++++   CLU drops the gun and pulls a black circle out of his belt.  It
        appears two-dimensional and cannot be seen through.  Setting the
        object on the floor, it looks like a hole.  CLU and Ramirez drop
        through it.  A single hand reaches up, grabs the gun, and then
        grabs the side of the hole, pulling it inside.

+++++   The scene opens on another data junction.  A hole appears in the
        ceiling and CLU and Ramirez leap though.

Ram:    What did you do?
CLU:    I bypassed the router.  Doing so stripped our node ID, so the
        system randomly assigned one.  This put us in a random location in
        the system.
Ram:    I never thought of approaching it that way.
CLU:    It seemed obvious.  I need a bigger attack utility.

+++++   CLU pulls what appears to be an empty bag from his utility belt
        and starts rumaging around in it.  After a moment, he pulls out a
        sword.

CLU:    This will suffice.
Ram:    Hmm.  A modern soldier with a sword just doesn't seem right.

+++++   CLU glares are Ramirez for a moment, thinks to himself and then is
        replaced by a burst of light.  When it fades, CLU is still
        standing there, but now dressed in in a tunic and chainmail.  He
        still wears the backpack that is continuing to emit the bugs and
        the little mouse-bots.

Ram:    (shrugging) I guess that's better.

+++++   CLU and Ramirez head off down the passageway and enter into a
        large room.

CLU:    There is a SAN two nodes to the east.
Ram:    Alright.  I'm ready to start the shutdown procedure.

+++++   The pair set off across the node for the door to the east.
        Suddenly, a bolt of static light shoots down from the roof.  It
        narrowly misses CLU, but strikes Ramirez full-force.  A column of
        spiriling light is now holding Ramirez in place.

Ram:    Wh. . . White n-n-oise cascade....
CLU:    Stand by.  Removing the sensor package and going to attack mode.

+++++   The backpack on CLU's back fades away as he draws the sword.

+++++   CLU dodges another shot from above and brandishes his sword.  As
        a third column of static is shot, CLU turns the sword sideways and
        deflects it back to its source.

+++++   In a moment, another cascade is fired from a different locations
        above.  CLU again deflects it, but soon more are raining down.

+++++   Dodging and weaving and deflecting a few, CLU is suddenly
        distracted by a large shadow passing overhead, and a cascade rings
        true, freezing him in place.

+++++   The shadow descends and reveals itself to be a construct of a
        large dragon.  It's scales are the colour of blood and its eyes
        burn with a blue-hot flame.

Ram:    M. . .  MONICA....
MON:    Perhaps I'll allow you to speak.

+++++   MONICA nods to the white-noise cascades and they lessen a little
        in intensity.

+++++   MONICA breathes a heavy sigh and begins to waver.  In a moment the
        visage of the dragon is replaced with that of a tall, thin woman.
        She has pale-white skin and is dressed in red and black.  She
        wears an evil smile on her face.

MONICA: Ramirez!  My old friend.  What brings you to my domain this
        time?  You don't think you can win, do you?
Ram:    F. . .fuck . . . y. . . you.
MON:    (turning to CLU)  And who have we here?  I don't think I know
        you.  Perhaps you are new to my world?
CLU:    (says nothing)
MON:    (patting CLU on the head)  Awww, don't want to talk, do you?
        That's just fine.  As Ramirez can attest, I am able to get the
        information whether you want me to or not.
Ram:    Let us go, MONICA!
MON:    (spinning angrilly around)  You really expect me to give up my
        advantage?  I was going to play with you for a while, old friend,
        but now I just think I'll kill you.
Ram:    You wish!  I'm riding hitcher.
MON:    (raising an eyebrow, smiling slyly)  I see.  That was smart of
        you.  Since I cannot kill you, the worst I can do is knock you out
        for a few hours.  Prepare for a feedback you'll remember in a
        thousand years.

+++++   MONICA extends a hand at the captured Ramirez.  A burst of light
        shoots out and slams into the floating ball of light.  Ramirez is
        slammed against the far wall, where he shatters.

MON:    (turning to CLU)  And now to you, my friend.  Tell me your name,
        so that I may etch it on your gravestone.
CLU:    (says nothing)
MON:    (smiling slyly) I see.  You doubt my power.
CLU:    I do not doubt your power.
MON:    Than why do you spite me?
CLU:    Because, MONICA, you doubt mine.
MON:    I see.

+++++   MONICA suddenly grabs CLU by his head and stares eyeball to
        eyeball with him.

MON:    Show me your mind!

+++++   CLU begins to buckle under the pressure but suddenly finds a
        reserve of strength and two tiny beams of light emit from his
        eyes, striking MONICA's.  MONICA howls in pain and backs off
        rubbing her eyes.

+++++   After a moment, she regains her composure.  She spins to CLU and
        storms up to him.  She then reaches out to strike him in the face,
        but at the last moment moves his head sideways.  MONICA goes
        sprawling.

MON:    (picking herself up, laughing)  So, my friend.  You are no
        meat-being.  One of them could never have dodged my blow like
        that, especially within a cascade.  Ramirez has done well.
        Unfortunately, not well enough.
CLU:    I would suggest you allow me to leave.  You cannot maintain the
        cascade for long, and I anticipate I shall find a way out shortly.

+++++   MONICA begins looking at the ground around CLU.

MON:    No no.  You can't get away that easily.  I just need to find
        your...  There it is!

+++++   MONICA reaches down into the ground and pulls out a glowing
        dataline.

MON:    Now you're dead.
CLU:    What is, dead?
MON:    What?
CLU:    You seem to indicate that I should be afraid.
MON:    So, all that blindingly fast processing and self-learning, and
        you don't even understand what it means to be alive.
CLU:    (says nothing)
MON:    You intrigue me, program.  I don't think I will kill you.
        Instead, I'll keep you around and disect you at my liesure.  I may
        be able to use parts of you in my own work.

+++++   MONICA drops the dataline.  She then extends a hand and fires
        another beam into CLU.  Nothing seems happen for a moment, but
        soon CLU begins to get a pained look on his face.  In another
        moment, he cries out in agony.

+++++ -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
+++++   WARNING:  CLU PROGRAM DETACHED FROM SYSTEM
+++++ -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

+++++   After a few moments, MONICA stops and the white-noise cascade
        fades away.

CLU:    (panting) What have you done?
MON:    I removed your only means of escape.  By existing in Ramirez's
        computer, the plug could be pulled.  Instead, I downloaded a
        complete working you.  You exist wholly in my world now, my
        friend . . . and there is no way out.

+++++   CLU raises his sword and runs at MONICA.  She takes a
        half-startled step back, but then raises her hand and vapourizes
        the sword with another energy blast.

+++++   MONICA reaches out the oncoming CLU and grabs him by the throat.
        She lifts him off the ground.

MON:    No, my friend.  It will never be that easy.  Guards!

+++++   Two constructs walk up.

MON:    Shackle him and put him in holding.  I will deal with him later.

+++++   The guards slap a wristcuff on to CLU and drag him from the room.

+++++   Endlog
+++++   21:10:32 / 05-08-55

*****Inquiry . . .
*****Date Verification . . . 8 May 2055
*****Input coincides with stipulated parameters
*****Running . . .
SYSNOTE: THE FOLLOWING IS AN AUTOMATED MESSAGE
>>>>>[ Greetings, meine Kamaraden!

It was one year ago today that a memorial was unveiled in the Hall of
Honor in the ShadowLand nightclub, Valhalla, in memory of those who fought
and died in the Matrix War of 2054, naturally emphasizing RUFUS who
selflessly sacrificed his life to end the plague of MONICA upon the
Matrix.  What follows is a description of the monument, for those
unfamiliar with it: 

Obviously, there is the depiction of RUFUS, called by some an Artificial
Intelligence, by others a new form of life.  Either way, he was a
programming construct who merely sought to be human and in the end
displayed the peculiar traits of humanity such as a willingness to fight
for his beliefs and sacrifice himself for his comrades.  His arms are
outstretched, similar to the stance he adopted when he closed with MONICA
during that final battle. 

What shall doubtless interest the participants in the Crash of 2054 is the
small constellation of smaller images surrounding the larger image.  They
are the Matrix Icons (with their Matrix personae handle beneath it) of the
various technomancers who participated in the War with MONICA, and as
such, were deemed appropriate to honor as well.  They are arranged in
order of participation and importance to the war effort.  The breakdown is
as follows: 

Hovering above RUFUS's head is the image of Dark Elf, flanked by dear DOA
and the deceased Splut, both of which willingly risked their lives and
gave of themselves for the others. 

Moving slightly further down are the other leaders, Highlander,
Nightstalker, Ramierez, Wolf 359, and myself with little
Goetterdaemmerung, the inclusion of which I feel is valid.  If Dark Elf
was the Marshal, then these men were the Generals in the battle that
ensued, going above and beyond the call of duty and fighting until the
very end, where they witnessed the final conflagration as MONICA and RUFUS
merged. 

Lowering the altitude and interspersed up and down the sides of RUFUS are
the warriors, those who battled gallantly in pursuit of the continued
security of the Matrix, whose ranks include, in alphabetical order, Big
Kahuna, Crossfire, Cypher, G.G. Megabyte, Glitter Boy, Hangtime,
Harlequin, I.B.A., Indigo, Jaez, Raven, Rom (Deceased), Short Circuit,
Sparcs, Spirit, Splitter, Upload, and White Knight. 

Also, there is a plaque on the base of the statue whose inscription reads: 

                                   RUFUS

        This memorial is dedicated in fond memory to not only to our
        fallen comrade, but also the others who gave their lives in
        noble effort to prevent the pestilence MONICA from infecting
        the Matrix, and to those individuals who fought in the 2054
        Matrix War, as they, too, strove valiantly in the pursuit of
        the ideals of protecting the Grid from those people who, due
        to foolish pride and blind ambition, would control it for
        their own selfish means.


        Dark Elf                   DOA                         Splut
        ------------------------------------------------------------
        Doctor Doom             Highlander              Nightstalker
        Ramierez                                            Wolf 359
        ------------------------------------------------------------
        Big Kahuna               Crossfire                    Cypher
        G.G. Megabyte           Glitter Boy                 Hangtime
        Harlequin                 I.B.A.                      Indigo
        Jaez                      Raven                          Rom
        Short Circuit             Sparcs                      Spirit
        Splitter                  Upload                White Knight


                "We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
                 For he to-day who sheds his blood with me
                 Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
                 This day shall gentle his condition:  And
                 Gentlemen in England now a-bed shall think
                 Themselves accurs'd they were not here, and
                 Hold their manhoods cheap while any speaks
                 That fought with us upon St. Crispin's day."
                  -- Shakespeare, Henry V, Act IV, Scene III

It is my hope that this memorial shall stand to mark the occasion when so
many differing individuals joined together in a common cause, that
furthered the interests of all.  Putting aside personal differences and
interests, we banded together.  This statue shall stand as testament to
the selflessness of those who fought that day, an example for ourselves,
and our posterity. ]<<<<<
        --  Doctor Doom <23:49:30/8-MAY-55>

>>>>>[ Gee, it's been a YEAR?  Doesn't seem like that long . . . man, time
really flies when you're running from creeps like Ganz.  Hey, Powerhouse! 
How's the mission coming? ]<<<<<
        --  Hangtime <23:50:00/05-08-55>

>>>>>[ Matrix War? ]<<<<<
        --  Sonic Boom <23:50:11/05-08-55>

>>>>>[ It happened before you joined with us, Sonic.  We'll tell you over
breakfast tomorrow. ]<<<<<
        -- Jack Hack <23:50:23/05-08-55>

>>>>>[As a final wrap-up to the situation in France, I am including the
story of one of the children found.  Like the others, she is magically
awaken, but not active.  I have found the parents of the others, but
cannot locate hers. 

{DOWNLOAD: File123332............(Child.Data)...........................}

I hope that she can be returned to her gaurdians quickly.]<<<<<
        -- Talon<VITRIOL>

>>>>>[ I have a position still open for a mage or shaman for anyone who
doesn't mind taking risks, taking orders and wants to earn 50 K. 

You must have knowledge of healing spells, sleep spells, invisibility and
levitation spells.  If you lack only one of those then I can still take
you. You must also be able to hold your own in astral space. 

Contact me. ]<<<<<
        -The Powerhouse

***** PRIVATE Highlander, WHAT
>>>>>[ Highlander !  WHAT ! Great I'm glad you both volunteered, things
are easier when you're working with people you know, it's not going to be
easy by any stretch though. 

The target is Gallean and possibly a man called Watkins, I might be able
to pull off the Watkins business by myself.  In case you're wondering
about why we're going after Gallean well IBA has definate information that
it was him that bought the hit beasts you know the Tiger Shapeshifter that
attacked myself and Cerise and the Troll that killed Fenris. 

Well if this wasn't enough to be going with Gallean has been shielding
Ganz, I've eliminated most of Ganz's contacts up to press I have just two
more that I know of.  I'll try and deal with Watkins personally, he's not
*that* big a fish, got a position on the board of commerce and has a
position on Seattle council, one of the whiter than white smile brigade. 
Believe me nobody will miss him except those that are toadying behind him
or for him. 

Gallean though lives in a virtual fortress, he has a number of places, one
in Seattle, one in Detroit, several in Europe and one in Sydney.  The
place in Seattle is in Bellevue, one of the better defended targets, hence
the need for the extra manpower.  IBA checked out the matrix setup but was
only able to get to an external node that covers mundane things like Trid
and the phones, the security and any other information that Gallean might
have is strictly kept off line. 

I should also warn you that Gallean currently has protection from the
Aztecs, they've some deal whereby his mansion is classed as
extra-territorial status or some other drek.  Basically it means they've
got some mean hardware in there, IBA nearly killed himself trying to get
the data.  Ended up hitting a military spy sattelite, he reckoned it
bemchmarked at Red-10 but that he'd used a little known utility that
effectively created a back door.  I dunno, I suppose you'd know more
Highlander. 

Ok, down to more mundane matters we'll need a common group encryption key.
I'm bloody awful at trying to come up with anything classy so IBA just
suggested the "Headcases", I thought that this was maybe a little to close
to the truth so he came up with "The Lager Louts" ack, can't stand the
stuff myself but it'll do for a key. ]<<<<<
        -The Powerhouse (19:35:44/6.5.55)

***** PRIVATE Reaper
>>>>>[ Reaper the job should be completed before that date, well before in
fact. I need a resume however, all I remeber about you is that you're a
friend of Bonejacker a decker that worked with a chummer of mine a while
back. ]<<<<<
        -The Powerhouse (19:46:55/6.5.55)

***** PRIVATE BIGHORN
>>>>>[ BIGHORN thank you for your kind offer but I'm afraid I don't have
the money to offer services to your entire team as I've already hired some
people to fill some of the places.  I would however like to employ Nash
and Lacy, I'll also be requiring the use of your Bison and Lacy's drones. 

Nash will fill the position of sniper and so shouldn't be in direct
conflict, Lacy will be responsible for getting us in and out.  She'll also
be carrying a few extra drones that a rigger friend of mine will be
operating from a distance.  We'll also need the heavy weaponry that the
van is carrying in case things start to go wrong. 

The target is being protected by Aztec soldiers, can your people handle
them ? We've information that suggests that they have some heavy hardware
at their disposal. ]<<<<<
        -The Powerhouse (19:52:33/6.5.55)

>>>>>[ Ah hell no CB, that dammed fraggin young gal is nothin to do with
me at all.  We met about a month or two back and went out a couple of
times, she couldn't take the break when I started seeing some other babe. 
As to getting her pregnant well that was the line she tried to spin me, as
you can see she's mighty fragged off at me dumping her. ]<<<<<
        -I.B.A. (**:**:**/**.**.**)

***** PRIVATE: Dante
>>>>>[ Dante you pile of drek, you pathetic excuse for a human, you amoeba
brained fraggin fool, you and your deck are mine.  I'm going to enjoy the
final fight when I burn your deck good, real good, the neural feedback
will keep your heart in fibrulation for hours until it can't take the
strain and then you'll die !  So when you're next in the matrix plotting
your pathetic little schemes to try and bring down those who are better
than you and you suddenly see the reaper descend know that my scythe will
bear code keyed just for you. ]<<<<<
        -I.B.A. (**:**:**/**.**.**)

***** Private: Powerhouse
>>>>>[Sorry, Nash and Lacy won't be able to make it back to Seattle in
time. Most likely, we'll be in Chicago for another 2 or 3 weeks. Sorry,
we couldn't be of more help. Spirits be with you...Good luck.]<<<<<
     -- BIGHORN (08:40:34/05-09-55)

>>>>>[Hey, I just have time for a quickie.  And this update isn't nearly
as...... exciting...... as those about Jasmine (yuck!). 

Basilisk got my new chip in and I can see and hear again.  This is the
greatest feeling.  Being pretty well cut off for the last three weeks has
been close to hell.  I want to get back to Seattle, just to do someting,
anything.  Something in the back of my head is aching for excitement. 

And to all of the "Grapefruits" (I'm missing something good, I know I am)
thanks for the help, and drinks are on me when we get back in town. 

Freddy's startin' ta turn a nice shade of violet so we could be outta here
in another few days (I hope, I hope). 

Basilisk's complaining that I need to rest (hell, I just fell outta bed
twenty minutes ago), so I guess I'm outta here! 

Coming, mother.......]<<<<<
        -- Jacamus (08:57:57 / 05-09-55)

>>>>>[I told you to stay in bed, Jacamus.  That chip needs a little time
to settle in.  As everyone can see, the replacement was a success (well,
depending on your definition of success), and Jacamus should be ready for
action in a couple days.  By the way, Jacamus, who did you like the ELIZA:
Psychologist chip you had in during the burning of the new chip? Hope it
was keeping you entertained.  Well, I'm off to the beach (again). You just
don't get serving babes like that in Switzerland.]<<<<<
        -- Basilisk <15:33:27 GMT/09.Mai.55>

>>>>>[Quade, good to hear from you again.  As you may have overread,
Megann and I have been quite busy trapising about the countryside over the
past week or so (heh, a really _religious_ tour you could call it). 
Anyway, we're back at the hotel and uh, recuperating right now.  We're
wondering if you'd like to join us for dinner later?]<<<<<
        -- Orion Antilles <11:30:55/05-09-55>

>>>>>[Your treat, right?]<<<<<
        -- Quade Slanstar <11:31:40/05-09-55>

>>>>>[*sigh*... always the cheap one, weren't you?  Ah well, you'll just
owe us one...  See ya around six in the lobby, I've got a good place in
mind that the little lady just luves.]<<<<<
        -- Orion Antilles <11:32:48/05-09-55>

>>>>>[GROAN!

I am in pain!]<<<<<
        -- Ramirez

>>>>>[Argh!  That bitch MONICA causes a feedback spike that fried the
circuts of CLU's computers.  They are totally hosed.  Even if I could
mount another attack, I need new computers, and then about a week to
reburn the chips. 

Wench!]<<<<<
        -- Ramirez <>

>>>>>[Heh heh heh]<<<<<
        -- MONICA <Hear Me Roar>

***** Private: Powerhouse
>>>>>[ Depending on timing, I might be able to help you out. I'm a shaman who
knows a fair amount of the traits your looking for. Unfortunately, I cant be
gone for too long, as I have to help out several people. If I don't fill your
role, due to time constrants, I SHOULD be able to find a mage who like me isn't
great in combat, but should be able to help out in other areas. ]<<<<<
        -- DragonEyes <10:07:20/5-9-55>

>>>>>[Jacamus, welcome back to the land of the living.  Now that I am
awake and alive and better than ever, I can post again.  We've both been
through alot haven't we Jac.  Keep your eyes open for THE post of the day. 
I have compiled a complete account of what happened to me.  I'll post it
later.]<<<<<
   -- Jasmine (9:50:00/5-9-55)

>>>>>[I apologive for neglecting to provide a complete resume.

+++++Download File: Resume1c

If the position has yet to be filled, I am still offering my
services.]<<<<<
        --  Reaper(11:55:36/05-09-55)

>>>>>[Since Basilisk mentioned it (and he's still on the beach and doesn't
know I'm here), that damned obnoxious chip told me everything I already
knew about myself.  I'm psychotic, schizophrenic, occasionally deluded
with grandeur, maladjusted towards society and authority as well as having
repressed memories of my past possibly resulting in future psychological
breakdown plus homicidal tendencies (did I already say that???).  And I'm
an all-around helluva guy! 

Waitaminnit, it didn't mention my foot fetish!!  I thought that would've
showed up.....]<<<<<
        -- Jacamus (12:10:10 / 05-09-55)

>>>>>[Mister Frypp, since no one else seems to have replied to your offer,
I may be able to help.  I have just discovered that I will be required to
make a short trip to Portland next week.  If you still require your
package, I would be able to obtain it at this time.  I will be leaving on
the 19th of this month and returning on the 23rd if all goes well.  If you
wish me to retrieve the package for you, please forward pertenant details
to me here.  I would need to know where and how to obtain the package,
whether it is legal or not (so that I may take the appropriate
precautions), and to where I should deliver it.  Approximate value would
also be helpful, but not necessary.  I do not need to know the actual
contents.]<<<<<
        -- Jeweler <10:37:15/05-09-55>

>>>>>[Orion, Orion, Orion... my most lonely foe in this little game we
play. Feeling a little sore, perhaps?  Oh, maybe you're lovesick, eh? Ah,
forgive me, I forgot this message goes out to everyone, does it not?  How
bout I bring the rest of the crew up to date on the evening's festivities?
Here's the vid feed along with some voice-over I'll add in now... 

++++++DOWNLOAD: Videofile05.09................

A dark city side street fills the image.  The camera is obviously atop a
building, looking down.  In the distance a brightly lit main street is
shown. A trio walks down the alleyway. 

VO: "Hmmm, let's get that audio up, shall we?"

Megann:  "Mmmmm, I just love Chinese..."
Orion: "As much as you love me?"
Quade: "Ack... *GACK*  I'm gonna puke up some serious drek, kiddoes!"
Megann: "Oh, don't worry, Quade, I love Chinese SO much more."
Orion: "Hey, hey, no fair!"
Quade: "Heh.  That WAS good Chinese, though."
Orion: "That's because YOU didn't pay for it, drekface!!  One of these days,
Slanstar, you're gonna pay me back!"
Quade: "Or what?  You don't think you could take me in a sword duel, do ya, oh
wise and graying one?"
Orion: "After training you myself..." <smiling> "WHY YOU LITTLE--"
Megann: <jabbing Orion in the ribs> "C'mon, guys... you BOTH know I could take
either of you on!!!"

V-O: "Around here they got within range, so I unsafed my baby, the
Arrowsmyth "Pump" Special.  Made her myself from a Panther, an AUG-CSL,
and some other odds and ends I had laying about the place.  Pack her ammo
myself too... take some of those Thermoplast rounds and repackage them
with a little Grade A-A bang-bang concoction I learned how to make in
Physics lab.  Heh-heh-heh..."

Orion stops like a Yugo hitting a brick wall.  A milisecond later, Quade
freezes as well.

Quade:  "OR--"
Orion:  "GET D---"

The camera is momentarily whited out by a blinding flash.  A half second
later, a monsterous roar engulfs the audio pickups as the camera rattles
about in the aftershocks of the blast. 

VO: "Whaddyi tell ya, quite a party-killer, ain't it?  Oh, wait, here comes the
best part!!"

As the camera image slowly comes back to normal, the alley is seen, only
this time it is blackened and scorched by the blast.  Small fires burn in
the shadows.  Two figures are seen laying in the grime.  One lurches
sudddenly, and coughs, gagging, then groans in pain as he rolls over.  It
is Orion, his face covered with soot, his coat torn around him, his
shoulder obviously bleeding. 

Quade:  <from behind a trash receptacle> "Orion, dat you?"
Orion:  "Awwwwllll.....*groan*.... anyone get the signature of that megacorp?"

Quade: "oh drek... Or-o-orion.."
Orion: "wha--  ommigod no. No."

Orion gets to his knees and falls again, he scrabbles his way over to Megann's
body.  He checks for a pulse.

Orion: "C'mon, Meg!!!  Don't do this, girl, please, no.  NOOOO!!!"

Tears roll down his blast-stained cheeks as he holds her lifeless body to his.

Orion:  "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO--*hack*
*cough* *hack* No-oooooh!!!"

A laugh bellows forth from the parapet.  Orion freezes and glares upwards.

Arrowsmyth: "Oh my, my aim must be going a bit, dear sir, I meant to take YOU
down in that blast, I wanted to save the wench for my own later pleasures."
Orion: <places Megann's body down gently and hobbles to his feet.  He withdraws
his Katana, its shine seemingly out of place in the darkened alley.> "COME DOWN
HERE AND FINISH THIS!!!!"
Quade:  <appears in front of Orion, holding him back>  "No, Orion, not now.
ANOTHER TIME! You can't take him now!  You'll die!"
Orion: "Don't you think I know that!!!  Give me the chance to avenge her, or
let me die trying so I can join her!!!"
Arrowsmyth: "Fear not, Slanstar, you'll be dealt with in time, I seek your
mentor's head first, though.  Please don't be jealous on my account!"
Orion: <lunges to go past Quade> "Let me at--"

Quade punches Orion in the face, knocking him, unconcious, to the floor of the
alleyway.

Quade:  "You will die for this, Arrowsmyth, by Orion's sword or my own!!"
Arrowsmyth: "Farewell, swordsman, until I sever your head from your body!"

He departs into the darkness.

++++++END Videofeed05.09.....................

Hee-hee, I DO crack myself up sometimes, you know that, don't you, Orion.
Ah, we have SO much fun around these parts, don't we?
Hope you got the flowers I sent to you!! ]<<<<<
        -- Arrowsmyth <23:34:12/05-09-55>

***** Private: Ramirez
>>>>>[ Ramirez, I was impressed with your new program there, it worked
really well it seemed.  The part that worries me now is that it is in
Monica's hands, I don't want to see her having something like that and
changing it to her own ends.  If you are interested both, CB and myself
are volunteiring to help in a break out if possible, and if not we will
help in an attempt to delete the program to keep it from Monica.  Please
don't try to do anything yourself, for something like this, your going to
need backup (like I really need to tell you that.) Becareful, she might
try something else now that she is riled up]<<<<<
        -- Spirit <of the Matrix>

***** Private: Powerhouse
>>>>>[ If you are still looking for a Shaman, I am availible.  I was unable to
reply because of being out of town]<<<<<
        -- Claw <15:35:15/05-09-55>

****** Private: Powerhouse
>>>>>[ Hey PH!!!  Ah just got back from a job on the East coast and heard that
ya were highering for a run.  Both me an Lister were interest in it, but we saw
that ya already had people, here Highlander goes, beating me ta the punch so
that Ah can't have fun deckin besides I.B.A.  Since ya have filled up the
decking spot, ah'd be willing ta be muscle (yes, Ah actually have muscle, quite
a bit more than it looks too), plus Ah have the added bonus of being a wiz with
computers and electronics, good looking, and willing ta work for basically
nothing because your a friend.  Also the fact that Ah got enough on the last job
ta tide me for a while.  Of course, thats not including the non-christmas
bonuses that some corps give me.

Also, Lister says that since he is fairly stable financially at the moment, he
wouldn't mind helping out.  He has Star-Bug 1  for any quick get aways and
definatley good in a fight, though he says that Rimmer is out of commision for a
few days and the Kryton armor is a little ta noticable for all but the most gun
happy of runs, worst of runs, its sort of a last resort.]<<<<<
        -- Circuit Breaker <back in business>

>>>>>[ Well Powerhouse if you're target is Ganz then you might as well
include me in you're team. I'll just tail you anyway if you leave me
out... Besides someone has to look after you and Highlander in Cerise's
absence. I know Fenris would love to be you're magic cover too, but he's
still a bit under the weather, and besides, he has to wait for a new lung
to grow. ]<<<<<
        --  SpotOn <00:00:00/05-10-55>

***** Private to: Spirit
>>>>>[Spirit, I need a couple of days to pick up the pieces and analyze
the run data.  In addition, CLU's survival insticts SHOULD take over and
he'll be scrambling for escape.]<<<<<
        --  Ramirez <>

***** Not To: MONICA, Leon Meyers
>>>>>[ Good Lord, Ramirez!  We have got to get CLU away from MONICA.  I've
never seen a program like that before in my life.  CLU's got tricks that MONICA
doesn't have.  Rerouting from outside of the CPU.  What type of processing
power did you put in CLU.

That's irrelvent.  We must get CLU away from MONICA.  If she incorporates his
code into herself she will be invincible, as if she isn't pretty close to that
already.

We'll need to organize a raid.  Who wants in? ]<<<<<
        --Nightstalker <23:11:55/05-09-55>

***** Not To: MONICA, Leon Meyers
>>>>>[You took the words right out of my mouth, laddie.

Ramirez--hope you're getting over the dump shock all right.  I'm sure
you have the full sympathy of every decker who's ever gone up against
ICE.  Does CLU have a backdoor we can exploit?  How about a virus
designed to degrade/corrupt the copy MONICA is holding?  Assuming we
can get past MONICA to use any such measures, that is......

As for a run against AI?  Count me in, if you think a mass run will do
much good.  Too many of us will just slow the system down, but if we
can keep the numbers to only a few, it may work.  I don'st suppose
you noticed any backdoors in your earlier forays?]<<<<<
        -- Highlander (23:11:43/5-9-55)

***** Not To:  MONICA, Leon Meyers
>>>>>[ Not a mass run, just a coordinated assault by the best we have. 
Nobody can afford to face MONICA alone, so we will need to be paired up. 
Beyond that I was thinking from 6-10 deckers.  We could split into 3-5
groups and undertake specific goals. 

As for backdoors.  Any I found were most likely removed, but I'm sure Ramirez
knows where they all are. ]<<<<<
        -- Nightstalker <23:34:05/05-09-55>

***** Not To: MONICA, Leon Meyers
>>>>>[Being new around here, I was wondering just who MONICA is...She
seems to be less than decent, can someone fill me in a bit more?]<<<<<
        --  Daisho <23:28:14/05-09-55>

>>>>>[Nice to see that you're both O.K. Hope you'll keep it that way.

*****Private: Jacamus
Jac, could you please tell me more about the weapons you bought just
before the Star got you? I'd likt to know if there are few big, nasty guns
or if there lots of weapons. I'm going to track them down as soon as
Jasmine's O.K.]<<<<<
        -- Aardvark (08:51:13/10-5-55)

***** Not To:  MONICA, Leon Meyers
>>>>>[Sorry I've been out of touch all day, but I spent most of the day
trying to restore what few brain cells I have left to working order.
MONICA packs quite a whallop!

Once I was pretty much back on my feet, I took a look at the damage
MONICA did.  CLU was running in a six-system SuPAR (Super Parallel)
network in order to keep it fast and to give it the evaluation cycles.
It took me almost 2 weeks to get the 100,000+ processors talking to each
other, let alone working together.  (As an interesting side-note, if this
had been a single computer, it would have been the 103rd most powerful
(known) computer in the world).

Unfortunately, all of the systems are pretty much dead.  The feedback
that MONICA sent in when she forceably downloaded CLU pretty much fragged
the whole thing.  I may be able to salvage around ten percent of the
electronics or so, much of it's really beyond repairable.

That's kinda a shame, though, because if it was still working, I could
fire up another CLU construct (ah the joy of backups).  In any case, even
if I could get the hardware again, it would take about two weeks to burn
the chips and another week or two to run the program through some
learning simulations.  We don't have time for that.

Luckily, my deck isn't dead.  And the only reason for that is because I
was running hitcher on CLU.  I knew that MONICA would frag my deck, but
I'm surprised she was able to hurt me as bad riding a hitcher.

Once I shoveled up the last of the dead computer, it was about
mid-afternoon.  Wolf-359 came over and the two of us sat down to give the
information we downloaded a really good looking over.  With Wolf's usual
speed, he was able to organize the data into a well-worded package for
distribution.  I'll let him talk about what he is going to do with it.

I have PILES of data to go over that CLU outputted during the run.  I
definately do not want to attempt ANY kind of a rescue until that has been
evaluated.  Probably another 24 hours or so.  I believe that CLU will be
able to hold his own.

When writing CLU, I instituted a failsafe protocol that will not
allow anyone to forceably analyze his code.  As long an MONICA doesn't
kill it, she won't get any information.  She may be able to bypass that
failsafe, but it will take a lot of work on her part.  She seems to want
it alive for something, so CLU should still exist in a couple of days.

I am disturbed by much of CLU's behaviour, though.  Two things in
particular are completely outside of any operating parameters I gave it.
The first was the rewriting of the various ICe constructs.  Standard
encounter procedure is to try to spoof the identification precedure,
using a combination of masking processors or utilities.  During
simulation, that was also the procedure that CLU adopted.  Yet, when
encountering AI's ICe, he chose to rewrite the identification procedures
to ignore us.  This is no simple task, and I wouldn't try it on anything
by low-end constructs.  It is just somewhat perplexing, although the fact
he didn't have to supress the constructs throughout the run certainly
were a boon.

The other was that relocate utility he whipped up.  Standard relocate
utilites operate by sending a ping to the CPU asking for it to assign a
new node ID to the tracing ICe.  Thus it becomes confused and loses the
trace.  Instead, the relocate that CLU ran stipped the node ID from US,
and then pinged the CPU for a random one.  This relocated us within the
system randomly.  Theoretically that is possible, but internal checksums
are supposed to make the act of STRIPPING the ID impossible, especially
on a persona.  I am greatly disturbed about where CLU not only got the
idea, but also determined how to do it, because I never gave it to him.

Highlander -- You mentioned a virus attack on CLU to kill him.
Unfortunately that won't work.  CLU has several inbred immunities that
will make classic viral attacks impossible.  It's part of his self
adaption code.  There is an internal failsafe code that can be executed
that will cause a self-destruction, but it can only be delivered in close
proximity, and not when he is in attck mode (to prevent enemy
triggering).

This is all assuming, of course, that MONICA's version of CLU is
identical to the one that I was operating.  Until we know differently, we
must assume the version existing entirely in the matrix is identical to
the one that was hardware based.]<<<<<
        -- Ramirez <>

***** Not To: MONICA, Leon Meyers
>>>>>[Daisho, MONICA is a Hitler-like AI.  The popular media won't admit
that AI's exists, but trust us, MONICA is there, and she's not happy.

Check out the tales from the matrix war back in February of '54.  Then
you will understand.]<<<<<
        -- Ramirez <>

>>>>>[ Your fragging insane if you think I'm going to let you watch over
Cyberbrains and Powerhouse, SpotOn.  So, Powerhouse, you still looking for
a mage?  You know I do everything but Levitate. ]<<<<<
        -- Cerise <00:14:14/05-10-55>

>>>>>[And now in honor of my new friend I will recite the epic poem _Fun
things to do with toasted bread_. 

Oh toast, glorious toast...
(675.34 Mp deleted by sysop).

Rmember eat your toast.  Toazt iz good....]<<<<<
        --  Grimjack <9:05:06/05-10-55>

>>>>>[I really hope the little fragger hasn't hooked up with who I think
he's with]<<<<<
        --  Paradox <9:06:39/05-10-55>

>>>>>[Say Spirit where is your husbands little machine...]<<<<<
        --  Paradox <9:07:28/05-10-55>

*****Private: Jewler
>>>>>[Thanks for the offer, but I'm suddenly not sure if I'll be
needing the package.  If I change my mind, can I still get ahold of
you before the 19th?

If I do need it, nothing in it is illegal, exactly.  The package
contains something both very ordinary and very extraordinary.  Under
a simple examination it's nothing important.  Start poking around and
it gets interesting, quickly.  I don't think you'll have any problems
with it because no flags have gone up yet, that I know of.  And trust
me, I'd know.]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (11:11:11 / 05-10-55)
           Carib League Matrix Uplink #6973

>>>>>[STOP ERASING MY PRETTY POEMS!!!!]<<<<<
        --  Grimjack <09:19:06/05-10-55>

>>>>>[Annoyed little fellow isn't he...]<<<<<
        --  Aristo <9:25:16/10-MAY-55>

***** Private: Aardvark
>>>>>[Hell, I can't believe that you really want to go after that
stuff!  Freddy told me that yer his kind of nut (actually he said
"nuttier than a grapefruit", and I still don't want to know), but this
is ridiculous!

I've been in a corner with a whole mess of security catalogs to try
and figure out just what I had.  Things are a little fuzzy going back
to the attack that broke my chip.  I know what I ordered from Freddy
for sure, but some of the items I got from my own contacts.

Tomorrow we should have a complete list, but don't expect
serial numbers oranything.]<<<<<
        -- Jacamus (11:17:17 / 05-10-55)


>>>>>[Jasmine, I'm glad to hear that yer.....ummm, is "alive" the
right word?  Howzabout "back"?  Anyway, you need a vacation, if you
can make it.

And so does Vilya if he ever shows up, so we can talk spirits (if yer
up to it).

BTW - Does anybody know what happened to Vilya?  I kinda expected
that he'd be the first one I'd see when my eyes started working
again.]<<<<<
        -- Jacamus (11:22:22 / 05-10-55)

>>>>>[Ahhhh, it's a beautiful day in the neighborhood... oh, hello there,
Orion, how're ya feeling today, hmmmm?  Hahaha.  You know, you really
should train your lackeys better, you know that, don't you.  Oh my, I guess
I DO leave the others in the dark sometimes don't I now, let's see, where
was I, oh yes.....

++++++DOWNLOAD Vidoefile05.10

A dimly lit alleyway fills the image.  In the distance a brightly lit main
road is seen.  It is late afternoon, early evening.  A figure walks down
the alley- way cautiously, keeping near the walls and shadows. The figure
dissapears from sight. Several minutes later, he reappears in front of the
camera, looking around. Cut to view of second camera, seeing the figure
much more clearly.  It is Quade Slanstar, adorned in his 3/4 length
sim-leather jacket.  As he snoops around, he suddenly stops, sensing
somebody.  He spins around, pulling his sword out of the jacket.  From the
doorway that lead to the roof, Arrowsmyth appears, sword in hand, garbed
completely in black. 

A:  "Ah, the prodigal son returns, does he not?" 

Q:  "Yes, well, my schedule read 'buy food at store, sniff around Megann's
murder site, and, if possible, behead Arrowsmyth,' but not necessarily in
that order."

A:  "Hmmm, the 'if possible' part should be highly stressed, young one. 
Be- sides, you really SHOULD go to the store for food, you have to make
sure Orion is good and strong when I come to face him, you know."

Q:  "You won't be facing him, or anybody else, ever again after today."

The figures square off.  Quade opens with a reverse slash at Arrowsmyth's
neck, which is avoided by the assassin.  As Quade completes the manuever,
his back is left open and Arrowsmyth jabs for it.  Quade's momentum and
his leather coat keep him from being cut, but just barely.  Arrowsmyth
fans his blade in anticipation.  Quade begins another attack, this time
choosing a simpler slice at his opponent's midsection.  Arrowsmyth, now
utilizing an unique reverse-hand grip, easily parries the younger one's
blade and lashes out with his own stike, catching Quade accross the gut. 

Q:  "FRAG!   You cut my COAT, DREKFACE!!!"

He dives into the fray, really angry now.  The two swordsmen traverse the dis-
tance of the roof.  With only a meter behind him, Quade executes a spinning
flip over the head of Arrowsmyth, catching him across his off shoulder.  He
cries out in pain, grasping his wounded limb as best he can.  Quade lands and
pivots about, slicing at Arrowsmyth's neck.  The elder combatant throws off any
pretext of pain as he batters Slanstar's sword away from the lethal blow.
A:  "Never fall for such a fient, Quade, didn't Orion teach you that!"
Q:  "He taught me enough to kill you!!"

He delivers a powerful swing towards Arrowsmyth's midsection.  Arrowsmyth
jumps a half-step back and brings his sword up, catching Quade's just beneath
the handguard, and flipping it up and out into the night.  A half-second later
a *CLANG* is heard as the weapon impacts on the sidewalk.

A:  "Prepare to die, Slanstar.  Give my regards to McKinney."

He brings his sword up, preparing to strike.  Quade hesitates for a second,
then dives for the roof ledge, hoping to clear it and fall to the ground below,
where he can recover his sword and, hopefully, be able to escape.  His body
lunges past Arrowsmyth's in mid-air and falls to the ground below...headless.
On the rooftop, Arrowsmyth picks his sword up once more, glancing over at the
head of his challenger.  The head begins to glow, radiating a strange light,
and thunder is heard rumbling in the distance---   *CAMERA FEED INTERRUPTED*

++++++END Videofile05.10

Ah well, Orion, you know how such stories end, lightning, thunder, energy, and
so forth.  Such is the life we lead.  Or don't lead, as certain beheaded indi-
viduals may contest, but oh well.  Ta-ta, Antilles, your fate will be met soon
enough.]<<<<<
        -- Arrowsmyth <19:56:36/05-10-55>

***** Not To MONICA, Leon Meyers
>>>>>[Ok...I'm not a decker, so I don't know much about the funcionings
of AIs, but would either of these work:  1) Does an AI have a base
network which it runs out of that could be destroyed, hopefully
destroying the AI?  2)  If not would it be possible to lure the AI into a
network, and then sever the network's connection to the outside?  As I
said, I know little about decking, so those two ideas could be
impossible, just suggestions.]<<<<<
        --  Daisho <09:55:36/05-10-55>

>>>>>[After pouring over Ramirez's data that he got from his AI run, I've
assembled a package of evidence that I will be sending to the AI
investors, and the popular media, that fully documents the plans of
MONICA and Meyers.  I made a point of NOT mentioning MONICA, though, as
the majority of the world still doesn't beleive in AIs and mentioning
them would simply lead to discrediting the information.

+++++   Include <Press_Release>

That should put a crimp in Meyer's plans.]<<<<<
        -- Wolf 359 <12:41:43 / 05-10-55>

>>>>>[Damn you, Ramirez!]<<<<<
        --  MONICA <Hear Me Roar!>

*****   Not To:  MONICA, Leon Meyers
+++++   This is an automated posting
+++++   MatrixListeningDevice #24452
+++++   Location:  Central Core, Automated Infoworks

+++++   It appears to be an image of the classic torture chamber.  In the
        center of the room is a rack.  It is empty.

+++++   Two guards enter with CLU walking before them.  He has some sort
        of shackle on his hands and feet.

+++++   After a moment, MONICA walks in.  She is in humanoid form.

MONICA: So my friend, let us talk.

+++++   MONICA raises a hand and CLU flies across the room, landing on
        the rack.  Ropes snake out and bind his hands and feet.

MON:    Now, let us begin...

+++++   End Transmission
+++++   12:52:43 / 05-10-55

***** PRIVATE DragonEyes
>>>>>[ Well we're back, I just wish we could have persuaded Julliette. I've a
bad feeling that she'd rather die before she'll agree to getting her cyber/bio
removed.  I'm going to proceed with your plan and try to show her what really
being a sam is all about.  I'm fairly certain that she'll not be so keen once
I've shown her what life on the underbelly of Seattle is like.

Oh I see you're volunteering for PH's little expedition, good luck, I think
you're all going to need it with what he's planning.

I'll keep you informed as to what's happening with here condition but she
suffered another blackout earlier today and she's begining to scale rather
more noticeably.  She's cra...[MATRIX LINK DISCONNECTED]<<<<<
        -Punisher <INCOMPLETE TIME DATE : LAST RECORD 20:40:55/5.10.55>

***** PRIVATE Lager Louts
>>>>>[ Hey you useless bunch of fraggers that call yourself a team, get this.
I just scanned Gallean's limo leave his mansion with a fraggin detachment of
Azzie guards.  He's up to something the little mother, I'm going to get into
the traffic system and see if I can follow his movements. ]<<<<<
        -I.B.A. (**:**:**/**.**.**)

>>>>>[ Punisher, ya worhthless son bugdrek ! Yer fraggin' ass is mine !
Mine, y'hear me ! Mine !!!! Yer blood's gonna water tha flowers on ma
bruther's grave - y'hear me ?!! Y'hear me !!!!? ]<<<<<
        -- Tripwire <21:21:12/05-10-55>

***** Encrypted: Tripwire, Whisper, Booster Trails
>>>>>[ Get off the matrixxx and report your ssstatusss, Trip - now !
Whisssper, sssee to it that doesss not go off on a persssonal vendetta.
You are in charge now. The objective remainsss Juliette Ssstryker; take out
Punisssher only is he getsss in your way - don't fail me or I will be
extremely dissspleasssed. ]<<<<<
         -- The Sculptor <00:00:00/00-00-00>

***** Encrypted: The Sculptor
>>>>>[ Understood. Stryker got split up during the attack on Punisher's.
The Chinese were right about her - she disposed of Livewire in a most
spectacular way. I'm predicting that she'll need help pretty soon; she
wouldn't exactly have won Miss Universe pageants the way she looked when
she disappeared. Her best bet is still Punisher so I'm expecting her to
contact him on the matrix at some point. I shall need #Encrypted# help with
tracking her on the matrix - can he be spared ? ]<<<<<
        -- Whisper <21:30:01/05-10-55>

***** Encrypted: Whisper
>>>>>[ You may have #encrypted# but he isss to be protected at all cossst.
Notify me asss sssoon asss you locate Ssstryker. ]<<<<<
        -- The Sculptor <00:00:00/00-00-00>

>>>>>[ Thisss girl
***** include vidpic.
isss wanted: I am willing to offer 300k nuyen to the firssst perssson that
turnsss her over to me. You may contact me here. ]<<<<<
        -- The Sculptor <00:00:00/00-00-00>

>>>>>[Hi guys, Your favorite fixer is back in Seattle and ready to start doing
biz again.  Just tell me if you need anything.  I'm sure we can work out an
amicable relationship.

Father Brian Grant, I heard that the Vatican is shipping that girl to you.
You're a real Saint!

Has anyone heard from Gawk, he was supposed to meet me yesterday.  I'm worried,
when he left Europe he was in a really bad mood.]<<<<<
        -- Couch <..:..:.. / ..-..-..>

***** Encrypted: Punisher
>>>>>[ Punisher ... I ... need help ... please - sdk2rj$h&fga*wgk ...
painful ... so ... hurting ... ***connection terminated*** ]<<<<<
        -- Juliette Stryker <@7:47:&%/$7-5%-fl>

>>>>>[ Ganz, you mother !  I'm getting closer, Watkins is dead and believe me
I'll get to you before long, an Englishman has his honor and you deserve a
long and painful death, which is the only way that this Englishman will feel
that his honor has been restored.  Don't worry I'll make you pay just like
your actions caused my parents to pay with their lives.

You may also be pleased to know that I managed to kill your dear friend Watkins
last night, the same way as I killed most of your "contacts" and your other
"henchmen".  Believe me when I say that now I've seen you ruined I'll see you
dead.  Here's last night's newsfax reports of Watkins' death if you don't
believe me.

***** Include News item
The Ninja has struck again !  Last night the man who has become known as the
"Ninja" and who is wanted for murders across the country by the UCAS goverment,
Aztechnology, General Motors, Renraku, Gaetronics and has been reported to
have been responsible for murders in Britain, France, Italy and Australia,
struck again, this time in the heart of downtown Seattle.

Just before 6 o'clock last night the Ninja broke into the Seattle city
council chambers with, it is reported, extensinve matrix assistance to
manipulate the security of the building.  He then after a brief battle with
security force decapitated the personal assistant to Mayor I Lindstrom, Louis
Watkins.  We now switch to the cameras that were running during the open
council session.

***** Include Video Feed
A young looking man can be seen standing at a podium giving a speech.  Behind
him is a table with 8 functionaries,

"...and if we continue pouring money into the new dockside development the
only ones to benefit will be the rich and the corporations.  This does nothing
for the common people of Seattle ....."

A scream is suddenly heard the another one, the camera swings around and three
motionless guards can be seen by the rear entrance to the council chambers.
The view changes again and a masked man dressed all in black bearing what looks
like a silenced sub machine gun and a large sword strapped to his back comes
into view.  The man leaps over a number of chairs then fires twice into what is
now a panicing crowd.  A number of return shots are heard but the masked man
quickly dodges behind a row of tables the shots sending splinters of wood into
the air, suddenly the air shimmers near the man and a whirling mist form can
be seen, next to that what appears to be a man sized lizard materialises.  The
mist begins to wrap itself around the black man when suddenly his hands light up
with a bright blue light and a quick flurry of movements ensue, both spirits
vanish almost as quickly as they appeared.

More shots ring out and the table behind which the black man took cover explodes
from some unseen force showering splinters over a wide range.  The man
somersaults and then runs, not appearing phased in the slightest by the
explosion.  Some more shots ring out scarring the floor near the man as he rolls
for cover.  In the edge of the picture the councilors behind the podium have
begun to move all are running for various targets.  Suddenly one falls clutching
his leg, the masked man is next to him in a moment sending people fleeing
screaming from the man, another shot rings out, the man staggers and falls into
a firing position, two quick bursts are fired and a guard can be seen falling
from a balcony.

The masked man reaches the fallen man and grabs him, pointing the gun to the
man's head he begins to back towards the nearest exit.  An authoritaritive
voice over a loud hailer is heard commanding the man to halt, the man however
continues moving backwards towards the doors then in a burst of amazing speed
dodges through just as several shots ring out.  The doorway is peppered with
automatic gun fire but no sign of the man or his hostage can be seen.

The camera changes angle to Mayor Lindstrom, he is still at the podium just
stading there with a grin on his face, a guard reaches him at last and pulls
him to the floor.

Guards move up to the door, eventually it is opened, in the hallway beyond lies
a severed head, there is no sign of the body or of the masked man.
***** End video feed
***** End News Item

Ganz, you've seen how I can handle myself, prepare to die. ]<<<<<
        -The Powerhouse (20:04:50/10.5.55)

***** PRIVATE The Lager Louts
>>>>>[ Right we meet tonight to go over some plans and assign some additional
information gathering tasks, be warned though IBA lost Gallean when he left
the traffic grid system and entered Redmond, he's up to something but I'm
not sure what.  My street sources don't know anything so keep your eyes and
ears peeled. ]<<<<<
        -The Powerhouse (20:25:35/10.5.55)

***** PRIVATE Cerise
>>>>>[ Cerise, look, I'm sorry I can't let you go, I know you can handle
yourself and I know you helped find me when Ganz's actions caused me to forget
who I was.  But I love you too much to see you hurt, Ganz has already killed
my parents, I'm not going to see you die as well.  I don't like doing this but
I'm afraid I'm going to have to forbid you from trying to go on this run.

Believe me, it's for the best. ]<<<<<
        -The Powerhouse (20:28:36/10.5.55)

>>>>>[ Tripwire you're a useless piece of drek that can't shoot straight,
if you didn't have those mages with you then you'd be toast by now.

If anyone is thinking of taking up Sculptor's offer think again or you'll have
me to answer to.  The girl is Julliette Stryker, also known as Nova, these
Chinese thugs want her, what for we're not sure but I have my own vested
interest in her.  If anyone knows anything let me know, the girl is in danger
and not just from Sculptor and his goons, unless she received medical help
soon she'll die. ]<<<<<
        -Punisher (20:41:35/5.10.55)

***** PRIVATE Juliette Stryker
>>>>>[ Just tell me where you are, come on gal contact me again ! ]<<<<<
        -Punisher (20:44:22/5.10.55)

>>>>>[Hey folks, I still haven't posted what all happened.  However, I am
now back in for the next job.  I still have a possibility lined up with a
contact of mine if I could get some help from some friends. 
   
Physical changes:  I'm now about 6cm shorter.  (Which is odd.  Everything
looks so much bigger than before.) My hair is now about a full foot longer
and much thicker than it ever has been.  (It's now down just past my
knees. Actually, I kind of like it.) My senses are incredibly enhanced. 
Hearing, taste and sight are especially increased.  (Any sweets are almost
too sweet.)
   
I now feel more "magical" than ever.  Much of the healing I would do that
would take hours now is like second nature and takes seconds.  My hands
feel like their sort of "asleep".  They tingle. 
   
When I "came to" at the Snake House, Shields reached down to help me up.
When I touched his arm.  He jumped back like he'd been shocked.  Later, we
were talking and he noticed that a scar on his arm was GONE as if it had
never existed.  Jacamus, you could really have used me a week ago. 
   
I am still trying to get used to the enhanced "power".  My houseplants
look wonderful!!!  It's hard to control, but I am getting better.  I feel
better than I ever have.  People around me seem to feel good too.  It's
almost like I'm glowing with life and healing.  I'm much closer to my
totem now, and I feel I understand truly what it means to be a child of
Snake. Everything I am is snake.]<<<<<
   -- Jasmine (3:30:47/5-10-55)

>>>>>[Jasmine's not kidding!  My scar is completely gone.  I should also
warn people that the girl is SEXY!  Wow.  She moves like a dancer.  She's
got a gleam in her eye that doesn't go away.  It's hard to tell what color
her eyes are because they continually change bassed on the light.  (The
eye thing is kind of unnerving.) Her voice is also about a quarter octave
more in the soprano range than it had been.  (She probably doesn't notice)
   
I also want people to know that I made a decision today.  I care more
about Jasmine than anyone I ever have before in my life.  It nearly killed
me to watch her go through what she did.  I want to be there for her.  I
want to care for her as best I can. 
   
Jasmine, will you marry me?]<<<<<
   -- Shields(4:05:23/5-10-55)

>>>>>[I was going to post this privately, but since it was asked
publicly... Yes, Shields, I will marry you.  I wish I could show you the
emotion I'm feeling right now.  I'm crying.  But, it just doesn't show
when I type. 
   
Hey, babe, turn around....
   
Shields! What are you doing here?  God, don't scare me like that.
   
ENDING TRANSMISSION DUE TO LONG PASSIONATE KISS]<<<<<
   -- Jasmine (4:39:00/5-10-55)

>>>>>[Whoa, I've seen a lot of strange things in my days, but a Matrix
proposal takes the...well, cake (sorry). 

Well, congrats Jas and Shields (lucky bastard).  And on behalf of Frypp
Security, Jacamus and myself: whenever you two decide to finally take care
of the formalities, we'll clear out down here and you can have the run of
the place. 

BEGIN ENCRYPT:
*****Not to: Jasmine
Basilisk says that he's found the entertainment for your bachelor
party, Shields.  If we can just pry him away from her, though...]<<<<<
       -- Freddy Frypp (19:35:53 / 05-10-55)
           Carib League Matrix Uplink #6973

***** Private Punisher
>>>>>[ Punisher, are you okay? and what's happening? If you need help, I'm
sure you know how to contact me. ]<<<<<
        -- DragonEyes <20:40:37/5-10-55>

>>>>>[ The Sculptor, let's face it, for the price you are offering, I could
find out who hired you, and get a better deal from the person who hired you.
Go give your cheap offers somewhere else. ]<<<<<
        -- DragonEyes <20:43:21/5-10-55>

***** Private Punisher
>>>>>[ Could you maybe fill me in as to why someone is flashing around
Julliette's picture? I have a safe house in a few places if you need to lie
low with her. ]<<<<<
        -- DragonEyes <20:45:33/5-10-55>

***** Dimitri, I am heading to Seattle for a few hours tonight, there is
someone that I need to talk to.  If Seraphylanjaligigusnort calls, tell
him that I am already in Seattle and to search for me there, I will be
where the Weave is shifting.  Also, tell him not to procrastinate, I might
need his help in certain matters.*****
        -- Nightfox <N'Ralan Filox>

>>>>>[ Tell him not to procrastinate, sure.  Uh huh, like I'm going to
tell him that.  I POLITELY ask him to please hurry because my roomate and
his student N'Ralan needs him to, but no way am I going to tell him not to
procrastinate. Also, don't you have Finals tomorrow?]<<<<<
        -- Dimitri <20:20:02/05-10-55>

***** No, I am done until my magic theory III final on thursday
morning.*****
        -- Nightfox <N'Ralan Filox>

>>>>>[ Can't an old wyrm get any rest.  Sigh.  Oh well, yes I will come to
Seattle.  Why can't you be more like your roomate, he atleast respects my
want to sleep in.]<<<<<
        -- Seraphy <20:23:15/05-10-55>

***** Was not sleep in for 40 years adequate?  *****
        -- Nightfox <N'Ralan Filox>

>>>>>[  Humph, kids these day, no respect for their elders.  See if don't
put a woopie cushion in your bed tonight.]<<<<<
        --Seraphy <20:25:36/05-10-55>

***** PRIVATE Lager Louts
>>>>>[ AH!!!! I.B.A. Ah'm hurt, we're not completely useless as a team.  Anyway
Claw has a friend following them, one that won't be seen.  Oh, next time your in
the traffic system, can ya do me a favor and give me green lights all the way ta
the stuffer shack.  Thank ya love]<<<<<
        -- Circuit Breaker <back in Business>

>>>>>[Congratulations to everyone who'll get married. I'll guess love is
in the air...]<<<<<
        -- Aardvark (08:50:13/11-5-55)

***** PRIVATE: KAO-HQ
>>>>>[ First report as requested:

Been in Seattle three days now. Still no contact. Encryption breaker from
Lo-tar completely useless. Been monitoring public traffic. No related
info, so far. Will contact local talent asap. Further help from Lo-tar NOT
desirable.]<<<<<
        --  Spook < 04:45:23/05-11-55>

***** PRIVATE: Spook
>>>>>[You'd better check local HQ time before reporting again. Do you
expect us to be here 24hrs a day with so many of us gone? Anyway, Lo-tar
won't be bothering you again. She's assigned to Def-ops from now on.
Nobody expected the breaker to work anyway. 
 
Maybe "local talent" will contact you after this. Some hot decker might be
reading this right now and get curious. "Hello deck-heads! Do you copy?"
 
We won't be expecting any more from you until you make some progress.
You'd probably wouldn't want us breathing down your neck anyway, eh?]<<<<<
        --  KAO-HQ < 05:01:10/05-11-55>

***** Private: Punisher
>>>>>[ ... Punis ... am ... by ... pier ... hurting ... ]<<<<<
        -- Juliette Stryker <CONNECTION TERMINATED/05-11-55>

***** Private: The Sculptor
>>>>>[ We have a weak fix on her location; we'er heading there now. ]<<<<<
        -- Whisper <00:00:00/00-00-00>

***** Private: Punisher
>>>>>[ ... please ... by the ... ]<<<<<
        -- Juliette Stryker <CONNECTION TERMINATED/05-11-55>

***** Private: The Sculptor
>>>>>[ We've got her !  We are ten minutes out. ]<<<<<
        -- Whisper <00:00:00/00-00-00>

*****Private: Aardvark
>>>>>[O.K. here's the list:

+++++file: GUNS.JAC

I'm not too sure what got destroyed an' what the Star's got.  I'd be
'specially obliged if ya can get my bear traps back for me. 

Good Luck.]<<<<<
        -- Jacamus (08:53:53 / 05-11-55)

*****Private to: Freddy Frypp
>>>>>[I'

***Link Trace and Search: Target Purge Initiated...successful.

Sorry about that.

I am a bit interested in launching a bit of a freelance venture of my own.
Please contact me privately, so we can speak.]<<<<<
         --  Dark Angel <Fallen/Soul>

*****Private to: Shields
>>>>>[Best of luck...]<<<<<
        --  Dark Angel <Fallen/Soul>

>>>>>[Ah, I think I will need to go buy them a wedding
present...*grin*]<<<<<
         --  Dark Angel <Fallen/Soul>

***** Private: The Sculptor
>>>>>[ We've arrived at the location but there is no sign of her. Trip
spotted a trail of blood but it vanished abruptly. I've got my team doing
a two-mile sweep with watchers and elementals. Booster Trails is checking
out various possible routes she could have taken; he's also assigned one
of his teams to cover the waterfront. ]<<<<<
        -- Whisper <00:00:00/00-00-00>

***** Private: Whisper
>>>>>[ Find her - no excssusesss, Whisssper ! ]<<<<<
        -- The Sculptor <15:53:59/05-11-55>

>>>>>[ 500k nuyen. An eazzzy 500k; think about it, boysss and girlsss.
Here'sss the picture again:

***** Include vidpic.

Sssimply turn her over to me and be 500 000 richer. ]<<<<<
        -- The Sculptor <15:55:43/05-11-55>

>>>>>[Mister Frypp, as retrieving the package requires no significant
extra planning, my offer will remain open until my departure on the 19th
of May, as you requested.  I monitor this board daily, so contact is not a
problem.]<<<<<
        -- Jeweler <07:30:55/05-11-55>

***** Private: The Sculptor
>>>>>[ What the drek is going on ?! Why haven't you contacted us, yet ? And
where is the girl ??! My superiors are beginning to question me ! Have her
ready for transport and meet me at >>>location<<< by tomorrow morning -
11 00 hours sharp. ]<<<<<
        -- Yang Tze-ling <16:00:29/05-11-55>
           Chicago [L T G link sat f r d] at [101j.]

***** Private: Yang Tze-ling @Chicago LTG.link.sat.frd
>>>>>[ I guarantee transssport readinessss by that time ... if I have
confirmation of the remaining 1 million nuyen being deposssited in my account
in Tokyo. ]<<<<<
        -- The Sculptor <16:03:33/05-11-55>

***** Private: The Sculptor
>>>>>[ All right. You'll have your money but if I don't get the girl by 11
tomorrow, the only sculpting you'll be doing is your headstone in a Chinese
prison. ]<<<<<
        -- Yang Tze-ling <16:05:20/05-11-55>
           Chicago [L T G link sat f r d] at [101j.]

>>>>>[Ahh, that sun is nice.  And the surf.  And the women.  I could get
used to this lifestyle.  But i must be going back to Seattle soon.  I am
thinking i still having some unfinished business there.  Herr Jeweler, has
anything turned up about our friend, Herr Warner?  He does not looking
like the kind of man to take losses like that easily.  I am surprised he
is not sooner trying to find us. 

Herr Frypp, i am thinking to remember an offer to work for you in Seattle.
I would be very happy to doing this.  However, i cannot be guarantee that
i will always available and cannot be working exclusively for you.  I can
available noramlly with two days notice.  If this is ok then you have
another employee. 

I hereby pronounce Jacamus to be in proper working condition.  Any
remaining problems are a result of his own neuroses.]<<<<<
        -- Basilisk <15:42:30 GMT/11.Mai.55>

>>>>>[ Damm you Sculptor if you lay one finger on Nova you'll have not
just me to answer to but DragonEyes as well.  Your goons won't be quite so
lucky now I've some magical assistance on my side.  Take a big fraggin
hint and clear off back to China, Nova is under my protection and if you
mess with her you mess with me. ]<<<<<
        -Punisher (15:39:51/5.11.55)

>>>>>[ Again a warning and a request, if anyone see's Juliette Stryker
also known as Nova, contact me here.  If you decide to contact Sculptor
don't expect to live long. ]<<<<<
        -Punisher (15:41:14/5.11.55)

***** PRIVATE Juliette Stryker
>>>>>[ Nova, kid, look you won't be able to stand the spasms much longer, DE
says you've got to get you're cyber and bioware removed at once.  Believe me
it's the only way you'll survive, I'll monitoring this node on and off today
please let us know where you are.  I tried the piers but we just lost you're
trail, ah heck kid, come on, just let us know where you are so we can come
and pick you up. ]<<<<<
        -Punisher (15:44:17/5.11.55)

>>>>>[I hearby anounce that i'm aviable for job's in seattle and the NAN
States. Please contact me via secure channel's. And be informed that there
can be a delay of some day's because i have no computer, and so have to
use a friend to send the mesgages.]<<<<<
         -- Nighthawk <08:51:30 /11.May.55>

***** Private: Jacamus
>>>>>[ I am just posting this to let you know that Vilya is heading
your way (I believe you said Barbados) well, never mind where.

Just though I should drop you a warning though: Vilya has been greatly
changed by the ordeal and has lost a great part of its humanity in the
process. ]<<<<<
        -- Forge <GMT 16:15:33/11-MAI-55>

>>>>>[Congratulations, Jasmine and Shields.]<<<<<
        -- Basilisk <16:22:45 GMT/11.Mai.55>

***** PRIVATE Lager Louts
>>>>>[ Heh heh, if Claw catches Gallean then there will be nothing left but
bits of ripped flesh.  Frag he can be vicious, and I thought that Punisher was
drekj fraggin 'ard.  As to the green lights why sure CB, anytime you wanna
make that meet with the Johnson on time, give ma bell a ring and ah'll see what
ah can do for you.

Hey are ya still wearing that sexy black number ?  Ya know the one that gives
me that mega fraggin 'ard on ? ]<<<<<
        -I.B.A. (**:**:**/**.**.**)

>>>>>[ Many blessings upon thine house, Shields and Jasmine. May happiness
be thine till death thee parts and thy love survive eternity. ]<<<<<
         -- Avatar <16:44:15/05-11-55>

***** Private: Whisper
>>>>>[ Your employer's inability to deliver will not go down very well with
my superiors no matter who he is, and when my masters are irked, the source
of their annoyance usually dispappear. I suggest that if you value your, ah,
continued enjoyment of the pleasures of this life, you will bring the girl
to me when you locate and subdue her. Your reward will be the gratitude of
the Chinese government ... and the sum of 250 000 nuyen. Please don't take
too long in deciding. ]<<<<<
        -- Yang Tze-ling <16:32:11/05-11-55>
           Chicago [L T G link sat f r d] at [101j.]

>>>>>[Arrowsmyth, you know where I'll be.]<<<<<
        -- Orion Antilles <17:34:29/05-11-55>

***** Private: Yang Tze-ling @Chicago LTG.link.sat.frd
>>>>>[ You negotiated a price of two million with Sculptor; I want one.
One million nuyen on delivery. ]<<<<<
         -- Whisper <16:35:24/05-11-55>

***** Private: Whisper
>>>>>[ 500 000. *Don't* push your luck. ]<<<<<
         -- Yang Tze-ling <16:40:21/05-11-55>
            Chicago [L T G link sat f r d] at [101j.]

***** Private: Yang Tze-ling @Chicago LTG.link.sat.frd
>>>>>[ Done. I will have her ready for transport by tomorrow. Arrange for a
pick-up by sea at pier 36, with my money. I also want a guarantee of
protection from Sculptor. Don't cross me or you'll never see your precious
Miss Stryker again - I'm no innocent green-bean. I know what you government
people are capable of. ]<<<<<
         -- Whisper <16:42:13/05-11-55>

***** Private: Whisper
>>>>>[ We are not interested in a double-cross; you'll get your money. Just
make sure you're there on time tomorrow. I shall arrange a pick-up for 09 00
hours tomorrow. ]<<<<<
         -- Yang Tze-ling <16:46:44/05-11-55>
            Chicago [L T G link sat f r d] at [101j.]

***** PRIVATE Lager Louts
>>>>>[ Ok, everything is running well comrades, WHAT got me a complete set of
plans for the site earlier on.  Here's a rough description of what we're going
up against.

***** Include virtual tour
A slowly panning picture shows the leafy wide streets of Bellevue.  Expensive
DeLorean hover cars cruise into sight landing in some distant mansion's grounds.
A limo with a Knight Errant motor bike escort travels along the almost empty
streets.

The scene changes to a large set of gates nearby, a solid heavy wall maybe
12 feet high and dotted with cameras, barbed wire and goodness knows what else
can be seen.  At the gates what looks like a pill box from the second world
war has been constructed at either side.  Outside each pill box 3 heavily
armored men stand all wearing the Aztechnology colours.  The gates themselves
are huge, a couple of feet larger than the walls and made of what appears to be
solid wood from the texture.

The view point changes as if flying, it rises above the gates and into the
grounds beyond.  A meandering road can be seen winding it's way amongst confiers
and spruces, the picture follows the road, along the side a host of sensors
are highlighted.  A large dog suddenly trots across the image, but a second
look reveals that it is a hell hound, closely followed by 3 others of it's kind.

The camera now starts to swing through the grounds secluded pools surrounded by
dipping willows and ornamental flower beds can be seen, every now and again
a point of the screen is highlighted and the words sentry gun, monowire and
camera appear.  After a brief tour of the grounds the view changes to the
house, except it isn't a house at all, it's a castle, or at least that's what
it looks like.  A helicoptor lifts off from somewhere behind the castle, again
bearing the distinctive colours of Aztechnology.

As the castle get's closer it becomes clear that this is a copy of a German
design, the high turrets and imported stone make it stand out in these quiet
grounds but the place would not be given a second look were it to be seen on a
German mountainside.  In front of the castle what appear to be 4 Citymasters are
parked and to one side a small armored personnel carrier is in position.
Aztechnology guards walk around freely in front of the castle.

The image changes again, this time swinging around the castle, it becomes clear
that to the sides are a number of additional buildings of more modern design.
One appears to be the base for the Aztec guards from the flag flying high
above the building.  Behind the building several hovercars and a number of
helicoptors are positioned, several of the helicoptors are highlighted as
bearing missiles.

The view swings around the back of the castle, a small motor pool comes into
view, Daimler, Mercedes, Rolls Royce, DeLorean .. all the top model cars are
represented.  Several more cameras and sentry guns are indicated.  The scene
now gets smaller as the view changes to show the top of the castle.  Among the
battlements the modern day archers can be seen, men carrying assault rifles
and wearing partial armor come into view.  More cameras are highlighted then
the image suddenly fades.
*****

Well that's all IBA had time to knock up.  The placements are'nt exact we've a
general idea of what to expect but we're not quite sure where to place it.  We
did some research on the castle and it seems that Gallean has based his castle
on the old flick "Where Eagles Dare".  WHAT has more detailed plans I believe,
he can let us in on what he's found out when we meet at Polish's place later
tonight.

Don't forget this place has been granted temporary extra-territoritality status
by Aztechnology even though it's Gallean's home so if anyone doesn't want to
tread on the Azzie's toes you'd better let me know now.  For those of you out
to get Ganz, well we have a definate confirmation that he's staying with
Gallean, seems he has no where left to run to.

Also watch out for the Tiger Shapeshifter, IBA intercpeted some info that one
had been seen in Redmond last night.  All we can assume is that Gallean has
repaired it and set it loose in the barrens yesterday. ]<<<<<
        -The Powerhouse (17:10:27/11.5.55)

>>>>>[Here's my response, Sculptor -- go frag yourself.  I don't turn in
friendsgot it, chummer?  Yeah, why don't you come try to do something
about it...]<<<<<
        --  Dark Angel <Fallen/Soul> 

>>>>>[NightHawk, it would be a pleasure to have your help on a job
opportunity that I have been trying to get going on for almost a month. 
It does not involve a run to the NAN, but it does pay well.  Anyone else
who is currently unemployed is welcome to join in.]<<<<<
   -- Jasmine (10:20:00/5-11/55)

*****Private: Dark Angel
>>>>>[What kind of "freelance venture" are you talking about?  If you
want business advice, talk to Kabuki Man.  He runs the office for me
and makes sure I don't screw things up too much.

However, I'm pretty darn certain that isn't what you want, so let it
rip.  What's up?]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (12:25:00 / 05-10-55)
           Carib League Matrix Uplink #6973

>>>>>[ What's with all of the marriages all of a sudden?]<<<<<
        --  Street Heat<12:28:55/5/11/55>

***** PRIVATE TO : Lager Louts
>>>>>[Well got the encryption working. Second - ARRRGH ! I had a quick
scope of the place, checked out some details with local agencies, talked
to a few people quietly and a few other semi-legal things. 

And my conclusion : The place is a bloody Fortress.

Even more heavily armed/armoured/strucially re-enforced/bomb-proof/magical
-shielded/and generally kick-the-door-in-and-beat-up-the-bad-guy-proof
than your normal paranoid Bellevueian's pad. 

This is an addition to I.B.A.'s little tour. 

The place itself is pretty foreboding to look at, this bloke has some
wierd tastes in buildings. For those which missed the brief, the place is
designed on those old Germanic castles, you know towers, battlements,
portculis, the whole nine yards. 

Defenses - Nasty. These are physical only. Mil-tech (or close to) level
ground/air cameras, motion detectors, jammers and other similar toys
plastered everywhere. Anti-air missiles/guns in most of the towers and I
found out that the gargoules stuck all over the place are statues, some
are disguised sentry guns or and this is a big OR real- Paranormal
Gargoules ! And there real hard to spot which are which. Most of the walls
are covered in a fine mesh which I assume can be electrified. Oh the
walls, I'm assured that C12 just makes nasty dark stains on it

In house Sec numbers at least thirty men, (and these guys ain't Azzies)
with cybered dobermen (the biological dog type) being use as roving inner
ground patrol. They have a shaman (!) on site with his lodge in the front
gate house. I have a rumour that a bound big spirit is keeping the
Gargoules under control. 

Their response time is fast too, just under a minute in most situations.
They have a couple of armoured vehicles and a heli inside the grounds. 

Just recently the place has had a number of refits, inside I assume, but
to where and what I haven't found out yet. Cost a lot if that helps and
got the name of the firm that did it. I'll past it on to Ph or I.B.A. at
Polish tonight Got some nice close up snaps and details on the azzies
units guarding the place. 

Oh and  "Ninja" nice piece of work. Ever though of having your own Trideo
Series ? *grin*. See you at the bar folks.]<<<<<
        -WHAT(18:20:10/11-05-55)

>>>>>[ Yeah. Kind of makes me sick.]<<<<<
        --  Street Heat(12:36:10/5/11/55)

***** PRIVATE TO :Lager Louts
>>>>>[Oh as a small note. On my way out, I unfortunately ran in to a black bear.
A cybered black bear. Gosh, I thought *yeah*. It appears that the woodland
"animals" are fitted with implants or colars which stop them attacking
autherised individuals like the Azzies. All the critters seem to be very, very
hungry. I have one of the implants and the street mage has given me back the
use of my left arm. I hope one of you lot will find that helpful. Anyone know
where I can get a new stealth suit from quickly, since mine has a few claw
marks in it *grimace*.

One other note. The Azzies have the right to put on trial who every they find
on the grounds. Most are put to death by "old fashioned" ways. None of which
are pleasant or quick. Good luck terms.]<<<<<
        -WHAT(18:55:30/11-05-55)

>>>>>[Vilya's back, but he's lost some of his humanity???  What in the
hell does that mean?  I didn't think he was human to begin with. 

Guess I'll find out.  Maybe it means that he's pissed off at somebody.
Christ, an' I just got put back together. 

BTW - I didn't get a chance to notice, but have our t/d stamps been a
little funny today?  Like, has everything Freddy and I posted been dated
yesterday?  When I logged on, the 'puter asked me what day it was.  Frag,
I love this place, everything is so layed back.]<<<<<
           -- Jacamus (13:14:00 / 05-11-55)

*****Private: Basilisk
>>>>>[Glad to hear you decided to join us!

The boss has got me taking care of the paperwork to get you signed on.

A few questions about how you want your payment, what you'll be
doing, what to do with the toys he bought you already, where to mail
the "wish list", a few other questions and some instructions on how
to get into our system (legally).  Just complete the form below and
send it back to me here at Frypp Sec., HQ:

(1789.87 Mp deleted from posting, converted to file attachment w/
restricted access: BASILISK only - sysop)

+++++file spark.que]<<<<<
        -- Spark (13:24:00 / 05-11-55)

>>>>>[Hey Longshot, Hell-Beast and Tracker.  Hope you get better soon. 
When you do you can stop by my new place.  Not as great as my old
building, but then I no longer own my Animaniacs tapes <sigh>]<<<<<
        --  Scorpian <12:03:32/05-11-55>

>>>>>[To all of you involved in Chartes, I must bid you farewell.  I have
been away from my home in New Orleans for too long.  If I stay away much
longer Tommy might try to convert my charges.  And yes the girl is going
with me.  Drop by next time you're in the Big Easy.  Farewell to all, and
may God bless your endeavors]<<<<<
        --  Father Brian Grant <12:07:01/05-11-55>

>>>>>[I wish that happiness shall follow your house for all of time -- may
you never part ways, and your love always be true.  My best wishes are
yours -- They are only for the best.]<<<<<
         --  Arbrethil <14:12:22/05-11-55>

>>>>>[No you mean anoying Aristo.]<<<<<
        --  Scorpian <12:23:25/05-11-55>

***** Private Punisher
>>>>>[ I'm working on tracing Nova through the link. I'll let you know if
I get anything positive. Keep me updated if anything changes. You know
where I am.]<<<<<
        -- DragonEyes <12:56:30/5-11-55>

***** Punisher, your Juliette is safe for now.  I was able to meet her at
a Pier next to the sound.  After taking her to see my mentor
Seraphylanjaligigusnort we were able to slow do what is happening to her
and convince her to let it happen. We will be bringing her to you and
DragonEyes so that he might help in removing her enhancements.  I am
incapable of doing so physically and so is Seraphylanjaligigusnort.*****
        -- Nightfox <N'Ralan Filox>

>>>>>[Punisher, we will need DragonEyes to meet us at ***Encrypted***. 
She was to far along in the process for myself and N'Ralan to attempt what
we were planning to do to remove her enhancements.  What is needed now is
for Dragoneyes to attempt surgery while I attempt to keep her from
transforming and keep her alive.  Once the enhancements are removed, she
will be able to transform, though because of the delay, it may kill her. 
the transformation, because of what it is, will leave no signs of her ever
having enhancements, it is part of its nature to totally remake the
transformed.  We will see you shortly.]<<<<<
        -- Seraphy <13:08:41/05-11-55>

*****NOT TO: MONICA, Leon Meyers
>>>>>[No, I know I'm kinda new here, but you asked about a raid... that's my
kinda job. I'll help, tell me when, where, and what. Thanks.]<<<<<
        -- Cobalt <14:29:34/05-11-55> 

>>>>>[Street Heat, you don't even know the meaning of sick, until you've
seen the person you love more than anything appear to shrivel up, then
wriggle out of a casing of dead skin, and emerge more beautiful and better
than before. While it's happening, all you can see is ugliness, fear and
pain.  I would rather be with Jasmine and learn to understand what
happened than to have seen what happened and not understand because she
died.  I think that might be one of the many meanings of love.]<<<<<
   -- Shields (2:30:00/5-11-55)

>>>>>[Frag, another pretty girl lost.  Jasmine, I'm available for a few weeks
if ya need some help.]<<<<<
        -- Gawk <17:17:33 / 5-11-55>

*****Private to: Freddy Frypp
>>>>>[Guess again. I'm interested in starting an independent security concern,
but I'm more interested in examining...the possibilities, let's say.

This is all off the record, clear?]<<<<<
         --  Dark Angel <Fallen/Soul>

******IMPROPER CODE, PLEASE TRY AGAIN*****
>Frag

******ACCESS DENIED*****
>Bypass/Link server1141.eh.md.003

******ACCESS GRANTED*****
******GOOD MORNING, DOCTOR******
>>>>>[Sorry about that, but they won't let me us my deck in the
hospital so, I had to "borrow" an account.  Since my mission is
over (successfully, I might add), I've decided to move on to
other parts of the matrix to see what's cooking.  I promise I'll
return, probably in the fall.  For now, anyway, I'd like to say
goodbye to all.  Later.]<<<<<
        --  Longshot <18:11:58/05-11-55>

>>>>>[Almost forgot, if you're interested in a copy of my run...

+++++DOWNLOAD:  File_LONGFOOTAGE.cyber.3746                    50mp+++++

That's all folks!]<<<<<
        --  Longshot <18:14:50/05-11-55>

*****PRIVATE TO:  Tracker, Hell-Beast, Scorpian
>>>>>[We've been through a helluva lot, chummers.  Thanks for helping
me get Saim Hain.  Sean informs me that your money arrived, so I hope
you're happy.  If not, I doubt you'll get a chance to take it out on
me.  I'm moving on.  Hopefully, I'll see you all again when I come
return.

Again, thanks for the assist.  My mates have looked at the footage, and
are impressed by your expertise.  By the way, they moved me out of
intensive care, so I'm spending a lot of time with my team.  We're
already planning a party, and you guys are invited.  Later.]<<<<<
        --Longshot <18:19:53/05-11-55>

*****PRIVATE TO: Longshot, Scorpian, Hell-Beast
>>>>>[Friends, an old buddy of mine sent me this while we were 'otherwise
occupied' with a Mr. Haim

+++++DOWNLOAD Huntsmen.post: From <[S--b--e] at [HK.SCI.421TK]>

Someone isn't very happy with us. BTW I'll be at the party Longshot. Got any
Henry Weinhards? Old stuff, but very, _very_ good. ]<<<<<
        --  Tracker < 19:27:21 / 05-11-55 >

 *****PRIVATE TO: Sybre
>>>>>[Thanks for the head-up. Have fun in HK. Don't worry, I won't ask. ]<<<<<
        --  Tracker < 19:56:54 / 05-11-55 >

*****Private: BIGHORN
>>>>>[BIGHORN, I have some information that you might find interesting.

I was doing a little research into your background, and found out something
about a sister.  I checked those records, and couldn't find out anything
about her being around for the last few years...except one use of her name,
approximately 4 weeks ago, in a credit transaction.

I'm not sure if it's valid or not, but I figured that you'd want to know
at least that this information exists.  If you want, I can try to dig up a
little more information over a while...and I'm sorry, but it's going to cost
some money.  However, you ARE doing a run for me, so...well, we'll see what
turns up.

You interested?]<<<<<
        --  Quickling <21:04:19/05-11-55>

*****Private: Solonus
>>>>>[Thanks for the reference, Solonus.  It might make the payment for the
entire BIGHORN gang.  That's going to help a lot...]<<<<<
        --  Quickling <21:05:13/05-11-55>

*****Private: Quickling
>>>>>[No problem, Quickling.  I need the money too...


Well, I'll see you tomorrow I guess.  Hopefully we'll even survive this thing.

See you then...]<<<<<
        --  Solonus <21:06:09/05-11-55>

*****Private: Solonus
>>>>>[Don't worry.  We'll be fine.  My husband is taking care of keeping me
alive while jacked in...and you've got enough support to keep you alive.]<<<<<
        --  Quickling <21:07:08/05-11-55>

>>>>>[Well first of all, congradulations on your engagement.  After a year of
marriage, I can honestly say that it is worth it.  Make sure though, that you
know what you are getting into, if you do, you should not have many problems.
Understanding and a want to learn are very important in love and marriage.  Each
of you will change as the years go on, don't expect it not to happen, age and
experience change us all, so will being with your spouse so often.  Accept that
change will come, and learn what has changed and come to understand it.  If you
do your love will stay and grow, if you do not, you will find yourself
wondering what happened to the person your loved.  Love has to change and
transform if it is to grow and flourish.

It is nice to see that others are begining to understand that Shadowrunning
should not get in the way of commitment.  Yes, it can put a strain on any
relationship, and your lover or spouse might die.  I know how this feels, I
believed that I had lost CRUSH and most of me died then.  It is worth every
might though.  As a rather old group name Queen used to sing

"One year of Love, is better than a lifetime alone."

It is true, love will make you grow in ways you never dreamed, and it will
strengthen you and give you many reasons to keep on going in life.

Now if some others, who will remain unmentioned, would get the hint and go an
get hitched.  You know who you are.]<<<<<
        --Spirit <of the matrix>

>>>>>[Another poin' ta this woul' be th' death of a love.  I wa' in love before
whe' she wa' kill'd by a rapist.  Tha' wa' very hard ta get o'er.  Tha' is why
I started ta run th' shadows.  Right now I am glad ta finally realize what I
have known deep in ma heart, an' tha' is tha' I love Colice.  An' wha' better
way ta show tha' love than by marriage.  But tha' is just my feeling on th'
issue.  An' I jus wanna be happy with Colice.

As fer wha' we are gonna do fer the next few months, Colice is goin back on
tour an' I am goin with 'er to 'elp sing and 'elp with security.]<<<<<
        --  STREETWOLF(Fire is an Elf's Best Friend)((23:55:38/05-11-55)

***** Private To: Powerhouse
>>>>>[ Humph! ]<<<<<
        -- Cerise <22:38:43/05-11-55>

>>>>>[ Yeah, Nightstalker.  Get a clue. ]<<<<<
        -- Cerise <22:45:45/05-11-55>

>>>>>[ Frag off, Cerise. ]<<<<<
        -- Nightstalker <22:46:32/05-11-55>

>>>>>[Well, I finally got someone to put a good, pressure-based interface
together (that cost a lot - but that hardly matters).  Now, I need help. 
I've lost an hour.  At least, I think it was an hour...it may have been
longer - I hadn't checked my watch before it happened.  Can anyone help
me?  They took something from me, in many, many ways, and I need to know
who they were.  Can anyone help? Anyone?]<<<<<
        --  The Crow <22:48:45/11-05-94>

>>>>>[ Hmm, wow, I got a message for some of you people from Vanessa... 

Sorry I couldn't make it to the meeting, but I thought that the sooner I
infiltrated the better. If all runs smoothly I'll already have secured a
tower and be ready to provide supporting fire. It's so much easier to get
to a good position before an attack starts. By the way I pulled a launcher
off one of NF's old drones, I've never used one before, so this should be
fun.:) Good luck everyone! V. 

Well, that's the message, hmm, by the way, Colin, I had fun that night, we
should do it again sometime... ]<<<<<
        --  Clockwork <23:04:19/11-05-55>

>>>>>[ Well I can report that the first stage of the infiltration was
successful, as I just finished matrix cover for it... (actually I just
forged some papers and watched her do all the work) She is on the grounds.
]<<<<<
        --  RoadRunner <23:09:46/11-05-55>

>>>>>[ They call you RoadRunner??? ]<<<<<
        --  Clockwork <23:11:03/11-05-55>

>>>>>[ Yep, I've never been caught! Meep! Meep! ]<<<<<
        --  RoadRunner <23:18:49/11-05-55>

>>>>>[ First they get married, then they get kids, and soon thereafter
they're off to Minnesota to live the green country life. 

Excuse me while I puke. And when married life is getting too taxing,
remember I'm still here. ]<<<<<
        --  Pet <10.17.43/55-05-12>

***** Private: The Sculptor
>>>>>[ We have new information on Stryker's whereabouts. >>>Encrypted<<<
managed to intercept a message to Punisher; he hasn't broken down the
encryption totally but there is enough to suggest that someone called Seraphy
has the girl. >>>Encrypted<<< is attempting to trace the origin of the post
now and Booster Trails has widened the search parameters to four miles ...
there is a possibility we might not make the dealine. ]<<<<<
        -- Whisper <00:00:00/00-00-00>

***** Private: Whisper
>>>>>[ I don't care who hasss her ! If thisss Ssseraphy getsss in the way,
remove him/her, too - jussst get the girl and you'd better have her by
departure time ! ]<<<<<
        -- The Sculptor <17:02:32/05-11-55>

>>>>>[ Have it your way, Dark Angel; your not worth my time. The offer
ssstill ssstands for everybody elssse and the pot jussst went up to 750 000
nuyen on delivery of the girl. ]<<<<<
        -- The Sculptor <17:06:04/05-11-55>

>>>>>[ Sculptor: I wouldst gladly conduct the lady, Juliette, into thine
care for the modest fee of thine heart: thine soul thou hast clearly sold
already. Be it knell that I expect payment in advance. *grin* ]<<<<<
        -- Avatar <17:59:52/05-11-55>

>>>>>[ FRAG off, Avatar !!! ]<<<<<
        -- The Sculptor <18:03:02/05-11-55>

***** Private: Whisper
>>>>>[ Find her ! FIND HER !!!! ]<<<<<
        -- The Sculptor <18:04:56/05-11-55>

***** Private: The Sculptor
>>>>>[ What are you DOING ?!! You were hired for your professionalism and
here you are making enemies all around ! We can do WITHOUT this kind of
attention ! ]<<<<<
        -- Yang Tze-ling <19:03:02/05-11-55>
           Chicago [L T G link sat f r d] at [101j.]

***** Private: Yang Tze-ling @Chicago LTG.link.sat.frd
>>>>>[ You. Ssstay. OUT OF THE WAY I DO MY BUSSSINESSSS !!! OR YOU CAN FRAG
OFF AND KISSSS ANY CHANCCCCE OF SSSEEING SSSTRYKER EVER AGAIN !! ]<<<<<
        -- The Sculptor <19:10:23/05-11-55>

***** Private: The Sculptor
>>>>>[ The odds aren't in my favour while you're on the job, anyway ! This
is it, Ssssssculptor - your contract is terminated as of this transmission.
Go. Ssssuck. An. Egg ! ]<<<<<
        -- Yang Tze-ling <19:13:11/05-11-55>
           Chicago LTG.link.sat.frd.101j.

***** Private: Whisper, Booster Trails, Tripwire, >>>Encrypted<<<
>>>>>[ Abort your misssssion and contact Emil in Chicago. Hisss target
isss to be Yang Tze-ling. Have >>>Encrypted<<< traccce his location and give
the addresssss to Emil. ]<<<<<
        -- The Sculptor <19:14:06/05-11-55>

***** Private: The Sculptor
>>>>>[ That's the fragging Chinese government you're talking about messing
around with ! ]<<<<<
        -- Whisper <00:00:00/00-00-00>

***** Private: The Sculptor
>>>>>[ Boss, she's right ! We'd be nuts going after Yang !! ]<<<<<
        -- Booster Trails <00:00;00/00-00-00>

***** Private: Whisper, Booster Trails, Tripwire, >>>Encrypted<<<
>>>>>[ SHUT UP ! SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP !! ICH befehle hier !! You
have your orders ! Tripwire, you are in command now ! ]<<<<<
        -- The Sculptor <19:22:50/05-11-55>

***** Private: Yang Tze-ling @Chicago LTG.link.sat.frd
>>>>>[ Sculptor's gone over the edge - I've seen it happen before in my tribe
and it's not a pretty sight. He's given the order to have our contact in
Chicago kill you as soon as >>>Encrypted<<< gets a fix on your location. What
the hell did you say to him ?!! ]<<<<<
         -- Whisper <19:31:05/05-11-55>

***** Private: Whisper
>>>>>[ I fired him. The deal is still on - you bring me the girl and I'll
have the money waiting. ]<<<<<
         -- Yang Tze-ling <Channel/Secured>
            Chicago sat.sec.car -engaged.

***** Private: Yang Tze-ling @Chicago sat.scram.sec.link
>>>>>[ I can't do it alone. And by the way, transferring to a secure
satellite beam will not hide your signal - >>>Encrypted<<< has traced such
signals before. Can you provide other runners ? ]<<<<<
         -- Whisper <19:37:16/05-11-55>

***** Private: Whisper
>>>>>[ By the time I arrange for back-up it will be too late. The girl must
be delivered before noon tomorrow - what about the others in your group ? How
much would it take to switch their loyalties ? ]<<<<<
         -- Yang Tze-ling <Channel/Secured>
            Chicago sat.sec.det. -engaged.

***** Private: Yang Tze-ling @Chicago.sat.scram.sec.link
>>>>>[ Tripwire would be no problem; he's still in revenge mode and he
figures the girl is his best bet to find Punisher. Booster Trails is not at
all keen to take on the Chinese government so I think he'll sell out for any
amount over 100k. The only unknown is >>>Encrypted<<< - I don't know where
Sculptor dug him up ! He never says anything but he's GOOD; he's also a
child and youngsters are notorious for their temperamental behaviour - he
might feel a certain loyalty to the Sculptor. ]<<<<<
         -- Whisper <19:42:19/05-11-55>

***** Private: Whisper
>>>>>[ I've been authorised to offer the two million contract to you and
the others. As for your decker, he's your call - if you think he won't go
along with the plan, dispose of him. What about your individual teams ? Will
any of them rat out on the group ? ]<<<<<
          -- Yang Tze-ling <Channel/Secured>
             Chicago sat.sec.eat.scram.link -engaged.

***** Private: Yang Tze-ling @Chicago sat.sec.eat
>>>>>[ Okay, Booster Trails and Tripwire are in and so are their teams; I
speak for mine. I can't be sure of >>>Encrypted<<<. He's greatly valued by
Sculptor and I've never seen him take payment - this might be personal, maybe
the guy even likes Sculptor ! Anyway, I'm going to have to exclude him. I'll
see that he is neutralized after we have a fix on the girl's location - be
ready with our money at the docks. Oh, and he managed to crack your smoke
screen - the assassin is a man called Emilio Chavez, a Spanish hitman on the
run. Your people should be able to find him at the Raunchy Rippers motel; he
won't have made a move. yet, knowing him. ]<<<<<
         -- Whisper <20:02:33/05-11-55>

***** PRIVATE DragonEyes
>>>>>[ DE, Nightfox has the girl and has taken her to see Seraphy, we'd better
move quick Sculptor's gangs are still out there and Nova won't live much longer
unless she get's her cyber/bio removed.

Bring your doctor's bag, we'll need it. ]<<<<<
        -Punisher (16:14:25/5.12.55)

>>>>>[ Sculptor, leave now.  Return to China, you have failed in your mission,
we found the girl Nova dead earlier today and we arranged a cremation for her
this afternoon.  Whatever it was you wanted from her it's too late, all the
knowledge she had and the flesh that was her body has been returned to the
ground.

You have failed, I suggest you return to China and face the consequences from
your superiors. ]<<<<<
        -Punisher (16:17:33/5.12.55)

*****Private: Dark Angel
>>>>>["private security concern"????

I dunno.... I can't decide what sounds better: Frypp / Angel,
Enterprises or Dark Security, Enterprises......

But seriously, yeah, everything is off the record, nothing goes
further than this terminal, and nothing is concrete.

What, specifically, do you have in mind?]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (10:33:33 / 05-12-55)
           Carib League Matrix Uplink #6973

***** Private: Quickling
>>>>>[I am very much intrested in any information that you may have on my
sister. I am willing to renegotiate for a lower price on the work that my
team is about to do for you. It may help you to know that her given name
is Tracey Maria Bighorn. Her DOB is 20 Sep 2035. I trust that this
information will be kept strictly confidential, for everyone's safety.
Please contact me if you find ANYTHING else.]<<<<<
     --BIGHORN (10:44:54/05-12-55)

++++++ DOWNLOAD: Videofile05.11
Paris, nighttime, alleyway.  A dark fog hovers through the night.  The
silence it generates is all encompassing, save for the sound of a pair of
footsteps approaching.  The mist brightens momentarily as an automobile
passes along the main road.  A glint of light is reflected off of the
blade of a sword and, seconds later, its owner parts the opaque vapors
with his presence.  It is Arrowsmyth, adorned in solid black, Tai Chi
broadsword in hand.  He stops, sensing another's presence. 

A: "ORION!!   Show yourself, your end draws near."

From the shadows steps Orion Antilles, garbed similarly in midnight shades, his
full-length leather trench flapping in the slight breeze.

O: "My life has already ended, I merely seek revenge."

A: "Oh what high and lofty goals we seek, my foe, were that your swordsmanship
skills be so high."

O: "For your sins you shall die tonight, Arrowsmyth."

A: <chuckles> "Come, Antilles, my sword seeks your Quickening."

Arrowsmyth opens the contest of skill with a swipe at Orion's legs, which Orion
deftly parries, then ripostes with his own strike.  Arrowsmyth sidesteps the
blow, slicing back once more and catching Orion across the thigh.  Orion gasps
in pain, hobbling back a foot.  The wound is merely a superficial one.  He
stumbles slightly as he finds himself against the brick wall of the alley.
Arrowsmyth, like a shark imbued with the scent of blood, dives in for a killing
strike.  Orion calls his own bluff, quickly rolling out of the way of the
thrust, and Arrowsmyth's blade lodges itself a clean inch into the concrete.
Without hesitation, Orion slams Arrowsmyth's torso with his own, and his now
swordless opponent lands a meter away on his back.  Orion strides toward him,
raising his sword for the finishing swing.

A numbing metal-on-metal *CLANG* reverberates through the alley as Arrowsmyth
grasps a metal pipe from the littered floor of the roadway, bringing it between
him and his opponent's sword.  He counterstrikes with a blow across Orion's
kneecaps, toppling the near-victor to his hands and knees in pain.  Arrowsmyth
rises and delivers a sharp kick to Orion's midsection, causing the warrior to
howl in pain.  Orion's screams of agony continue as Arrowsmyth's metal-clad
boots batter his ribcage again and again.  Once certain that his enemy has been
downed, Arrowsmyth goes to his still-stuck weapon and procedes to work its way
out.  Orion rises unsteadily to his feet and lurches in Arrowsmyth's direction.
He strikes out towards the back of Arrowsmyth's neck, but the swordsman ducks
at the last second and now Orion's sword is fixed in the brick wall.  It is not
in deep, however, and soon both combatants' weapons are freed.  They dive into
the fray of battle once more, and soon they become an intertwined tangle of
blades and limbs.  The viewer has difficulty deciphering who is who in the
swirling mass of black.  The battle becomes more pitched as they wear on, but
neither man is able to attain the upper hand.

Arrowsmyth is backed up against a dumpster in the alleyway, and Orion swings
down vertically.  His foe sidesteps the killing blow once more, and uses the
butt of his sword to pummel Orion's weak shoulder (yes, the same one which had
been injured twice in the past week).  A tearing sound is heard and blood
quickly seeps forth from the rip in the trenchcoat.  Orion cries out in pain,
stepping backwards several feet.  Suddenly, he pauses  and a strange light
seems to pass across his eyes.  He hesitates momentarily, then raises his
Katana once more.  A certain confidence exudes from his stance, almost, but
not quite, arrogance, more of a certainty than anything else.  Arrowsmyth fans
his blade in anticipation, then dives in for a lethal strike.  Orion rolls
below the swinging broadsword, bringing his own up to slice Arrowsmyth's off
shoulder as he passes.  He recovers and gets to his feet once more, and now it
is Arrowsmyth who wears the grimace of injury.  The two swordsmen square off,
and Arrowsmyth swings around once more for a decapitating stike.  Orion drops
to one knee, bringing his sword up to parry the blow.  He then retalites in-
stantly from his position, slashing  across Arrowsmyth's legs and bringing them
eye-to-eye.  Despite his best efforts, the assassin cannot find the strength to
raise his sword again.  He is barely supporting himself on one arm.

Orion gets to his feet, and brings his sword up, preparing to finsh the battle.

O: "For the murder of Quade Slanstar, I find you guilty.  For destroying my
life I also find you guilty, and for murdering Megann McKinney, I SENTENCE YOU
TO DEATH!!!"

He swings the sword down, cleaving Arrowsmyth's head from his torso.  He steps
back and the wind begins to howl around him.  Trash begins swirling everywhere
as does the still-present mist.  A blinding light engulfs Antilles, and small
surges of lightning begin to fly.  One such bolt searches out the camera and
zooms near--  *****CAMERA FEED TERMINATED*****
+++++END: Videofile05.11

>>>>>[ I have seen sicker things that that in Detroit.]<<<<<
        --  Street Heat<11:10:00/5/12/55>

***** PRIVATE Cerise
>>>>>[ Look, I'm sorry but I would never forgive myself if something happened
to you.  If you go there's a good chance you'll get hurt and I don't want to
see you hurt, it's not that I don't think you can take care of yourself, it's
just that .. .ohhh I guess I'm not saying this too well am I.  But you know
what I feel for you and just the thought of anything ....

Look, it's just easier if I forbid you from going, promise me you'll stay
behind.  Please .... ]<<<<<
        -The Powerhouse (16:51:41/12.5.55)

*****Private to: Spirit
>>>>>[Um, yeah, well, hang on.]<<<<<
         --  Dark Angel <Fallen/Soul>

>>>>>[Heh heh heh...By the way, do me a favor and clean up the living
room.  Um, also, due to some personal factors, I'll be moving again, but
if you want, the apt. can be yours.  We should discuss this.]<<<<<
         --  Dark Angel <Fallen/Soul>

>>>>>[The previous footage was released automatically by Arrowsmyth's
deck. It probably leaves many of you with questions which I cannot answer
right now. All I can say is that I did what was needed to be done.  People
like him do not deserve the gifts they are given.  Many of us do not, in
fact, realize our gifts until they're gone. 
     
I cannot stay here any longer.  Everywhere I look I am reminded of Megann.
I see her on every passer-by in the street and in everything I own.  I
never realized how much she had meant to me before, when I left her years
ago.  Now, when I had the opportunity to find out, her life was stolen
away from me for reasons which I still cannot comphrehend.  In one short
week she became such a part of my life, and in that short time I realized
that she was what I had been searching for all of my life, I just couldn't
see it when it was all laid out in front of me.  I wrote a poem that
expresses best what I am going through right now, but everytime I read it
I realize that mere words cannot explain my anguish. 
                            "Alone"
Every morning that I awake to the rays of the rising sun,
I give thanks that I'm still alive to see them one more time.
But the beauty of nature's splendor is twinged
With inevitable thoughts of her.

"Love.  I don't like to see so much pain."

Alone I sit and drift time's seas...
Holding, dreaming, wanting, wishing, loving her again,
Knowing that only these memories give her life

"Days pass, and this emptiness fills my heart."

And knowing that only in these moments does my life seem to give.
Half a day and a thousand memories separate our existances,
But when I close my eyes and feel the warmth of the rising sun,
She's here with me once more.

"But whichever way I go, I come back to the place you are."

The warmth of holding her in my arms
And the lonely nights I've spent since then.

The moonlit walks, the valentine's flowers
That I never had chance to offer.

The thoughts and dreams to share in years
All lost and gone in an instant.

A forever to fill with our love,
All gone in one short day.

The future that burned so bright in your eyes,
To become my tortured past.

"What is this thing that fills our dreams, yet slips away from us?"

My eyes open and see the setting sun,
Then close again and welcome friend Night.

"There's nothing I can do,
     a Total Eclipse of the Heart..."


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               Soundfile_Kansas.Dust_In_the_Wind
               Soundfile_Billy.Joel.Lullabye_(Goodnight_My_Angel)

To everyone else, I guess this is goodbye.  I'll be back someday, that's prob-
ably an inevitable fact of my life.  For now, though, I have to leave.  Where
I'll be going I don't know for sure, I have some general ideas in mind, I just
have to leave all of this for a while.  To Couch, Brick, Father Grant, Talon,
and all the rest of the "TK" rescue crew, thank you.  You guys gave me the
opportunity to get back together with Megann to begin with, and for that I can
never repay you, no matter how things have turned out.

To the rest, goodbye.  I'll probably be around for a few more days arranging
things and such, so anyone can contact me until then.  After that, if anyone
REALLY needs my assisstance in a dire way, contact me at >>>>LTGnumber<<<<,
it's a data drop that I'll check in on every couple days or so.
       
Until I return, my sincerest wishes to all.  My regrets if I do not
attend the plethora of weddings, but I think my absence will be understood.
I wish all the newlyweds the best in life.  Carpe diem!]<<<<<
        -- Orion Antilles <12:46:42/05-12-55>

***** PRIVATE TO : Lager Louts
>>>>>[ WHAT thanks for the info, I'll be making a visit to a good fixer of
mine, he's been getting some stuff in for me and I'll see what I can do
about the stealth suits.  I don't normally use them but on this job it
might be advisable.  The ones I ordered use ruthenium fibres and have
thermal masking properties, they're not great but I'm assured that they'll
fool 80% of most thermal imaging cameras.  The ruthenium is top notch,
guaranteed to blend into whatever background you find yourself against. 
Anyway the suits are a one size fits all unless you're a Troll or large
Ork, they cover all the limbs and torso and have a hood to go over the
head, they're very large and baggy but don't make any noise when you move
and are very flexible.  The only problem with the hood is that it can
obscure your vision slightly so I personally won't use it.  As regards
ballistic protection I'm afraid these suits do bugger all, I'm wearing an
armor jacket and my dikoted helmet underneath, never did go for that
bodyarmor.  Anyway, the fixer has some 20 or so of these suits, I'll try
and negotiate the price down with him a bit and we should be able to
supply everyone in the team with one. ]<<<<<
        -The Powerhouse (17:09:26/12.5.55)

***** PRIVATE TO : Lager Louts
>>>>>[ It appears that the collars that WHAT got for us are basically
receivers which can administer some drek hot shocks or drugs. 

Ah've isolated the frequency that the collars use but each seem to have
their own fraggin unique 64 bit code, a code which is takin a drek load of
time to crack and is not necessarily the same for each of the collars. 
What I've discovered though is that the collars are capable of delivering
a variable amount of charge, judging from the c-cells I found I reckon
each collar has enough power to knock out two piasmas or variations
inbetween. 

The interesting things were the drugs, there are two drugs, now ah'm no
fraggin chemist so ah'm not going to mess with them, but ma guess is that
one is a sleep drug.  I'm getting them both analysed as ah write this
message. 

Ah've modded some old equipment to operate on the new frequency and cope
with the phase shift keying, muti-spectral-inversion techniques that these
babies use, and I've a PC running through the sequences now, should take
another hour or two.  When I've the code then we can tailor that to
certain chips and provide you head cases with a transmitter which should
keep the bears and frag knows what else off of ya. ]<<<<<
        -I.B.A. (**:**:**/**.**.**)

>>>>>[ WHAT, the tri-d networks could never pay me enough *grin* ]<<<<<
        -The Ninja (18:05:43/12.5.55)

***** PRIVATE Lager Louts
>>>>>[ Ok, we meet tonight at Polish's place at midnight, finalise any last
moment plans and then set out.

Watch out for the Tiger Shapeshifter, I still can't get rid of the feeling
that something has been following me all day. ]<<<<<
        -The Powerhouse (18:15:44/12.5.55)

>>>>>[Ah, yes, but Sculptor...you could be mine -- keep that in mind,
drek-head.

****AudioVisual Upload: Blueprints

For those of you who are interested -- these are the prints to where I have
reason to believe Sculptor is living.]<<<<<
        --  Dark Angel <Fallen/Soul>

*****Private to: Freddy Frypp
>>>>>[I was thinking of Angel Security Limited, with a motto of "For what's best
left in the Dark."  *grin*  Anyways, specifically, Matrix security consultancy.

I think, at age 29, it's just about time to think about toning down the shadows
a bit.  Just a bit.  =)

Me?  Quit running?  Dream on, chummers...]<<<<<
          --  Dark Angel <Fallen/Soul>

>>>>>[Owwwch.  You okay, there, Orion?]<<<<<
        --  Dark Angel <Fallen/Soul>

>>>>>[Farewell, Orion.  May your star shine bright...]<<<<<
         -- Arbrethil <Night/Star>

>>>>>[Well Pet, you have the first part right.  First they get married and then
have children (two actually), but, as of yet, we are not planning on moving to
Minnesota]<<<<<
        -- Spirit <of the matrix>

>>>>>[ I'm no longer interesssted in your bitch, Punisssher - count
yourssself lucky. Dead or alive, it makesss no difference to me. ]<<<<<
        -- The Sculptor <03:20:14/05-12-55>

***** Private: Tripwire
>>>>>[ What'sss happening ? I ordered the missssion aborted - why haven't you
reported back to bassse ?! ]<<<<<
        -- The Sculptor <03:22:03/05-12-55>

***** Private: >>>Encrypted<<<
>>>>>[ How the FRAG did that little drekhead, Dark Angel find out where we
are basssed ?!!  You asssured me our channelsss were thoroughly SSSECURE !!
Inform the othersss that we are moving to sssecond bassse ! ]<<<<<
          -- The Sculptor <05:02:46/05-12-55>

***** Private: Spook
>>>>>[You're in big trouble, Spooky man. Lo-Tar and Ash has
gone berzerk. I've got one short clip from one of the Def-OP security
cameras.

+++++  Video (KAO-HQ Security, Def-op commands center, surveillance unit
	#14. Time: 20:21:00/05-12-55): Mobile camera showing part of a small 
	command center.

Two characters, one female and one male, are seated in front of the
monitors and consoles. The woman is just jacking out while the man
leans back in his chair, lighting a cigarette. The woman tears out
her deck connector cables and throws them on the table.
Woman: "Now I've had it! They've put a trace on my deck and I won't
get near any of the files without every alarm in HQ going off! I'll
get him for this! He'll wish he was a real ghost before I'm finished
with him!"

Man: "When do we go?"

A couple of smoke rings drift towards the camera.

Woman: "What?"

Man: "You told me yourelf. The Spook is in Seattle. You're not going
to torture him by mail, are you?"

Woman: "Right... I'll try to get us out of here tonight. Do you have your
gear with you?"

Man: "Cool down, tar. You're not thinking straight. I'll never get my
arsenal into Seattle. I'll just have to do some shopping when we get there."

Woman: "Sorry, Ash. I got carried away. Ok I'll jack in now and get us
some reservations on the next flight. You get the... Hey! We've got a
rat in here!"

The woman points straight at the camera. There is a blurred motion as the
man gets out of the chair and runs straight towards it.

++++ Video recording ended due to malfunction

There were noone over at security responding to the malfunction alert
last night. Ash and Lo-tar got out and we didn't get them before they left
for Seattle.

Spook, these guys know you and hate your guts. Ash almost killed you after
the parliament run and Lo-tar got really pissed off when you ordered that
trace on her. I hope you've got some connections over there. You'll need
all the help you can get.]<<<<<
        --  KAO-HQ <12:10:25GMT/05-13-55>

***** (Private): KAO-HQ
>>>>>[Lo-tar is no problem. Ash could be one. I'll manage. Lo-tar might
have access to HQ decrypt codes and I won't respond to further
messages until she has been taken care of.]<<<<<
        --  Spook <12:44:09GMT/05-13-55>

***** (Private): Spook
>>>>>[Ok, you're on your own from now on. I just had to tell you
that Lo-tar managed to download most of our profiles data before she
left. We didn't have any files on you, as requested, but our other
operators are in a lot of trouble if she decides to market the files.
Good luck.]<<<<<
        --  KAO-HQ <13:21:36GMT/05-13-55>

***** Private: Yang Tze-ling @Chicago sat.sec.eat.link
>>>>>[ We have a fix on the location from which this person, Seraphy, sent
the message to Punisher; I'm not sure if he/she has the girl but we'll check
out the place, anyway. ]<<<<<
          -- Whisper <09:42:44/05-12-55>

****** Private: Yang Tze-ling @Chicago sat.sec.eat.link
>>>>>[ We've reached the place; laser mikes indicate three people - two men
and a woman. I haven't checked out the place astrally - I've got a bad
feeling about the whole place, almost as if the place is oozing with magic.
You'd better - wait ... Punisher and an unknown just arrived. ]<<<<<
         -- Whisper <10:02:33/05-12-55>

***** Private: Yang Tze-ling @Chicago sat.sec.eat.link
>>>>>[ Okay, we have confirmation of Stryker's presence in the building;
we're preparing to move in now - have your people on the pier standing by
and *don't* forget the money. ]<<<<<
         -- Whisper <10:05:20/05-12-55>

***** Private: Whisper, Tripwire, Booster Trails, >>>Encrypted<<<
>>>>>[ What the hell isss going on ???!!! Why haven't all you returned to
bassse ?! Get back here immediately !! ]<<<<<
          -- The Sculptor <12:29:11/05-12-55>

>>>>>[StJohn, are you still accessing this board? Talk to me...]<<<<<
        -- Piper <05-13-55/09:15:25>

>>>>>[Piper, long time no see, Como sa va?]<<<<<
        -- StJohn <05-13-55/09:19:43>

PRIVATE TO: StJohn
>>>>>[I'm ok, but I need you.  I've made a break- through on my case.  I'm
close to locating the file on my parents and my family.  Can you meet me
at our old hangout?]<<<<<
        -- Piper <05-13-55/10:06:12>

PRIVATE TO: Piper
>>>>>[You mean the vault?  Aren't you being a bit paranoid?]<<<<<
        -- StJohn <05-13-55/10:08:50>

PRIVATE TO: StJohn
>>>>>[Maybe, but I'm taking no chances.  I'll see you there in a day or
so.  It'll be great to see you again.]<<<<<
        -- Piper <05-13-55/10:12:00>

***** Private: Whisper
>>>>>[ Where is the girl ? Can I assume that since you did not make the
rendezvous you would like to re-negotiate your contract ? Don't push your
luck, Whisper, or you might end up travelling the same road your former
employer has - now contact me immediately and hand over the girl ! ]<<<<<
          -- Yang Tze-ling <Channel/Secured>
             Chicago sat.scram.sec.bea.link -engaged.

*****Private: Dark Angel
>>>>>[Congratulations, I suppose.  You seem to have managed to start changing
your T/D stamp.  Impressive.

Sorry if it's old news, but...]<<<<<
        --  Quickling <11:43:55/05-13-55>

>>>>>[Ah, isn't it great?  It's Friday the 13th.  What a day...relaxing time,
and the luckiest day of the year at that.

Aahhhhhh...]<<<<<
        --  Quickling <11:45:00/05-13-55>

>>>>>[What?  Lucky?]<<<<<
        --  Solonus <11:45:19/05-13-55>

>>>>>[Yes, lucky.  My theory: the luck isn't used up.

Oh, and by the way, welcome back to the land of the living.]<<<<<
        --  Quickling <11:46:00/05-13-55>

>>>>>[Yeah, I decided to show up again.  Hi, everyone.  I'm alive, and have been
for quite a while.  Glad to be back, now that my Dad's avenged...]<<<<<
        --  Solonus <11:47:00/05-13-55>

*****Private: Quickling
>>>>>[That reminds me, thanks again for the help last night.]<<<<<
        --  Solonus <11:47:53/05-13-55>

*****Private: Solonus
>>>>>[No problem.  The best part is, I actually made money on the deal...

By the way, when are you headed back to Seattle?  I'm considering a vacation,
I certainly need it...]<<<<<
        --  Quickling <11:49:42/05-13-55>

*****Private: Quickling
>>>>>[I'll come over to talk about it in a sec.  See ya then...]<<<<<
        --  Solonus <11:49:59/05-13-55>

*****Private: Dark Angel
>>>>>[Sheesh, toning down at 29.... next thing you'll be wondering what to
do about your baldness or something.  Oh well, I guess everybody can't
live forever.  (Not to be confused with those damned "immortals" running
around.  Just one of those great things about being an elf.) I turn eighty
in Novemeber and I'm still going just as strong as I was back in the
early-2000's.  'Course, I'm not throwing fireballs anymore, but that's a
different story. 

Anyway, are you planning on doing full system installation: hardware,
firmware, software, IC allocation, the whole nine meters?  Or just ways of
improving exhisting systems?  Just wondering how much this will cost
me...... 

Actually maybe it would be good to have more experienced decking help.  I
just signed Basilisk to help with the cybertech and maybe he can do a
little side decking, but the deckers I've got now are only passable. 
Spark's good technically, but he lacks imagination.  The other one's
creative, but he has trouble finding the "ON" switch sometimes.  Usually I
just ask the Neo-A's in SF to help me with my Matrix work. 

And, yeah, I like the name: Angel Security, Limited; a Partially Owned
Subsidiary of Frypp Security, Inc.  Uh, oh.... that's sounds like
something a megacorp exec would say... Shoot me now.]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (12:05:05 / 05-13-55)
           Carib League Matrix Uplink #6973

>>>>>[Orion, though we've never met, I can understand your feelings
(unfortunately). I myself have recently lost my loved one, and it still
hurts very mutch. It's one of the main reasons I came to Seattle. I think
it's good to move on, it worked for me. Why don't you go to Holland for a
couple weeks. It's nice and quiet there (if you don't mess with the wrong
people), and you can get yourself back together. It will be hard, but I
hope you'll survive. Since you love old music, Ive got one for you from my
own collection: 

+++++ Audio Upload: MOD.Ozzie_Osbourne.No_More_Tears

Hope you'll like it, it helped me a lot. I say farewell to you, and if you
ever need help, just call me. In the meantime, just have a grapefruit. 

P.S. Hope Arrowsmyth will rot in Hell. When I get there, I'll send over
some greetings.]<<<<<
        -- Aardvark (21:23:13/13-5-55)

>>>>>[Jasmine, once again I'll be happy to help you. Where are we going to
this time?]<<<<<
        -- Aardvark (21:14:13/13-5-55)

>>>>>[Uhhh, chummer, I hate to tell you this, but today is Thursday. May
thirteenth hasn't been a Friday since 2050.]<<<<<
        -- Spark (15:15:15 / 05-13-55)

*****Private to: Quickling
>>>>>[I've just decided that saying what time I said stuff might be
detrimental, capis--er, understand?]<<<<<
        --  Dark Angel <Fallen/Soul>