***** Private to: Jeweler, Cobra, Basilisk, Plague Rat, Cheap Fingers
>>>>>[Gentlemen, I am back from my involuntary visit to Mr. Fixit's
Chopping Mall. I am also the proud recipient of lots of nifty new body
parts (With a corresponding wipeout of my credstick). My Dynamit has
suffered radical design alterations of the AVM variety, and once again I
am seriously pissed off! While in the clinic I contacted Mr. Fingers
(Thanks Cheap) who was able to track down the Rat-Fuck Drekhead who
launched the missle at my car. Mr. cheap was able, using only the kindest
methods, to extract information from him. Specifically, Mr. Fingers was
able to determine that Warner had hired a team of hitters known for a high
success rate due to their abundant use of really big guns. I suspect that
the attack on Jeweler was a severe underestimation on their part, which
they have presumably corrected. Cheap has also secured the names and
hangouts of the other hitters, so we can wipe them if needed. I recommend
however that we make Warner get dead in a big hurry. That will stop the
hitters (no pay forth coming from the Warner estate) and will rid the
world of a world class scumbag. I have spent some cash with some friends
on the street and located Mr. Warner's current location. He will be easy
to put down. If Basilisk can be on sight to suppress the security (They
have a very poorly placed Sentry gun platform that we can use for access
to the system), and Cheap will come along for magical backup, then the
Jeweler and I can make this a brief evening jaunt. Get back to me soon so
we can put this in motion.]<<<<<
        -- Jimi Smooth <16:51:22/05-31-55>

>>>>>[ Will someone get this fragger off the board.  He's giving my girl's
good name a bad rep. ]<<<<<
        -- Nightstalker <21:40:21/05-31-55>

>>>>>[Oh, come on laddie, there's nothing wrong with waxing a trifle
poetic now and again. 

Hmm, now we have Raven, The Raven, and Raven the Mage.  Popular
name, that.....]<<<<<
        --Highlander (21:56:41/5-31-55)

>>>>>[Colin, how's the new place?

By the way, I've spoken with my supervisor: she gave me the okay on
the vacation time.  Now I just have to pick a date....Is any time bad
for you?]<<<<<
        --Heather (21:58:55/5-31-55)

>>>>>[I think I have some free time around the start of '56.....

The new place is bonnie, and I managed to get all my stuff transferred
over a couple days ago.  Wonder of wonders, none of my stuff was taken
from my old placde--I think any looters were scared off by the roars
and the automatic fire.  I know I would be.]<<<<<
        --Highlander (21:59:59:/5-31-55)

>>>>>[Hmm, looks like I'll arrive in time to help you break it in.....
Unless Cerise is going to beat me to it?]<<<<<
        --Heather (22:01:41/5-31-55)

>>>>>[No, you'll be the first to try out my new sofa, don't you
worry.  Are you sure you wouldn't prefer a hotel?]<<<<<
        --Highlander (22:03:03/5-31-55)

>>>>>[Lassie?]<<<<<
        --Highlander (22:06:43/5-31-55)

>>>>>[ Highlander:  The Raven was a bit poetic two post ago.  Now he's
just annoying.  I am the Dark.  No, I am the Dark.  No, I really am the
Dark. Personally, I'll cast my vote with MONICA.  She almost made me see
some serious Dark. ]<<<<<
        -- Nightstalker <22:17:58/05-31-55>

>>>>>[Now now, 'Stalker, remember that some of the newer members of this
little group of ours feels a need to project a certain amount of stle. 
Give the lad (lass?) a little time to get settled in, and s/he'll be
making death threats in a more mundane manner soon enough. 

Besides, some of the writing is kind of nice.....]<<<<<
        --Highlander (22:13:145/5-31-55)

*****Private: Quickling
>>>>>[Quickling.  I thought you'd be happy to know that I'm still alive.
Thanks for the help...]<<<<<
        --  Hack <23:46:02/05-31-55>

*****Private: Hack
>>>>>[Hack!  What the HELL are you doing?  Get off that terminal, you
KNOW that you can be traced, frag it!  That's a 60 MILLION bounty on
your return, and 30 million for your death!]<<<<<
        --  Quickling <23:47:58/05-31-55>

*****Private: Quickling
>>>>>[Don't worry.  I'm quite safe.  So are you, as a matter of
fact...all copies of the video are here.]<<<<<
        --  Hack <23:48:58/05-31-55>

*****Private: Hack
>>>>>[Trust me, you're NOT safe.  Your C^2 is tracable, and you even
have your T/D stamp intact, for God's sake!  What the HELL are you
doing?  And what's this video?]<<<<<
        --  Quickling <23:50:00/05-31-55>

*****Private: Quickling
>>>>>[Don't worry, mi'lady.  I'm not using my C^2...this is a scrapped
up Radio Shack piece of drek.  And my T/D program doesn't fit.  Don't
worry, the name is not indicitive enough...there are plenty out there
named "Hack".

As a note, the bounty's up to 75 million for my return, 40 for my death.
Don't worry, I'm still fine.]<<<<<
        --  Hack <23:53:43/05-31-55>

*****Private: Quickling
>>>>>[Oh, and one last thing.  Here's the final copy of the video log.
Audio ought to work.  I'm deleting it here as you get it...

+++++ Upload: Video.Log.Yamatetsu.May-24.2055
+++++ Deleting: Video.Log.Yamatetsu.May-24.2055

There.  Have fun.]<<<<<
        --  Hack <23:55:29/05-31-55>

*****Private: Hack
+++++User Not Found
>>>>>[Hack, what the hell?  Not this again...]<<<<<
        --  Quickling <23:56:28/05-31-55>

*****Private: Johnson, BIGHORN, Solonus, Bruce, RedWing
>>>>>[Hey guys.  Here's something I just picked up...it's the log of the
run Johnson made with RedWing.  I thought you might be slightly
interested in seeing it, at least...but, please, delete it when you're
done.  We don't want any more copies of it.

I'll have a copy of the matrix transcript later, along with whatever I
can dig up on the other run...

And Bighorn, I'm still looking for information.  It looks good.  Sorry
about the absense, I needed a rest...

+++++Begin Video Log

The scene is a corporate facility, probably Yamatetsu, from the inside. 
It looks as if the camera has just been switched on.  On the floor is a
body, and above the body stand several people on various uniforms.  One, a
human, looks slightly winded, while the rest seem almost bored.  They
consist of what look like two dwarves and three orks, but they are all
badly disguised. 

"Come on, Johnson, you can do a little better than that," says one of the
orks, a male Street Samurai.  "Why didn't you kill the guy?"

"I'm not killing if we don't need to, Ogrek.  It's not worth the effort,"
replies the human, looking around.  "It also keeps out the security alerts
when the guards just drop like that.  We shouldn't have the guards jumping
down on us from all directions now."

"And when he wakes up?" asks a female ork, amazingly uncybered.

"He won't until we're gone.  He still won't know what happened. Don't
worry about it, Rex," assures Johnson. 
        
"Alright.  Let's get moving," comments a dwarf from the back. The others
all seem to comply quickly. 
        
The human pulls out what looks like a wristphone.  He presses a button on
it, and a voice comes from it. 
        
"What's happening?"
        
"We're alright," says Johnson into the phone.  He looks around quickly,
and then goes back to the phone.  "We just stunned a guard here, but I
don't see any security breaches.  Now, where's the man?" He covers the
mouthpiece, and the camera doesn't seem able to pick up any of the sound. 
        
Johnson shuts off the phone.  "Alright, we're going this way. According to
Quickling, all's clear...and the guy's set himself up in a room a few
doors down.  Let's move."
        
They all move down the hall, into the distance.  They seem to open a door
up in the distance.  The camera view fades out, and another appears.  This
scene seems to be just out of the door that was just opened. 
        
"Alright, Hack's supposed to be down this corridor," comments Johnson, "so
let's move."
        
The team all carefully walks down the hall, Narcojet weapons in the hands
of most. 
        
Suddenly, there is a gunshot.  Shorty, the dwarf, falls to the sudden
gunshot to the back.  All turn around.  Directly in front of the camera
falls a body, as the team fires their guns (not all with Narcojets) at the
gunman.  For the time, video is lost.  As for the audio, most of what can
be heard is gunshots. 
        
Johnson: "Frag!  Quickling, what the hell is going on?"
        
Rex: "Johnson, I count four, no five guards still up, this isn't going to
be easy!"
        
Ogrek: "Then let's kill 'em!" <Sounds of gunfire>
        
Johnson: "Alright, everyone down!  Head for some cover!"
        
Female Ork: "I'm going in."
        
Male Dwarf: "Harper, watch yourself." <More gunfire, interspersed with the
rest.  There is a scream.>
        
Rex: "I'm hit!"
        
Harper: "Frag!  RedWing, help us out here!"
        
RedWing: "I'm doing my best!" <More gunfire>
        
Johnson (shouting): "DOWN!!!" <There is an explosion>
        
The camera goes off-line with a sudden burst of fire.  Another comes on
line from a better angle.  There is now a view of the hallway, although at
a slightly different timeframe: near where the old camera was located are
the bodies of four security guards, and further up are the bodies of two
more.  Also littering the floor are the bodies of some of the team: Shorty
lies dead up the hall, Ogrek is shot by about 6 gunshots, and Rex is
scorched beyond recognition on the ground.  RedWing is hit in the arm,
Harper in the leg, and Johnson is somehow uninjured. 
        
Johnson again speaks into the microphone.  "Quickling, what the HELL
happened?  We lost 3 people here, Shorty, Rex, and Ogrek...RedWign and
Harper are wounded.  What the frag happened?" He covers the sound end
again, and so the camera receives nothing, but it sounds bad. 
        
"Alright, you two, we're all that's left.  I'm sorry.  But we need to do
this.  Hack should be just down the hall, it should be safe...apparently,
he's even come down this way on his own.  Quickling is keeping teh
security away.  Now, there should be some personal guards in there...take
them out CAREFULLY.  Now, let's MOVE!"
        
They all move down the hall.  Again, the camera changes.  This time, the
view is in a room far down the hall. Inside are two guards around a
decker, who is currently jacked in.  Suddenly, the door opens, and the
guards spin towards it... 
        
Johnson, Harper, and RedWing all open fire on the first of the guards.  He
goes down easily, and the second guard tries to fire back. 
        
The decker suddenly stabs the bodyguard in the back, and the guard spins. 
RedWing and Harper both open fire: the second guard goes down. 
        
"Hack?" Johnson asks. 
        
"Yes." says the decker. 
        
"We're getting out of here.  Where's your stuff."
        
"Good.  It's here." He taps his head. 
        
"Then lets go.  Here, take this, it'll make you invisible". 
        
The decker takes the charm, and Johnson makes a gesture.  The decker
disappears from view. 
        
"Alright.  Let's move," Johnson says quickly.  The bunch leave. On the
way, the camera shuts off automatically. 

+++++End Video Log

Yes, it was disturbing.  Don't tell ANYONE about Hack, by the way, it's
likely to get you killed. 

I'm deleting my copy.  I recommend that the rest of you do the same. 

+++++ Deleting: Video.Log.Yamatetsu.May-24.2055

Talk to you later, especially you, Bighorn...and I'll have the rest of the
tapes and such done soon.]<<<<<
        --  Quickling <00:51:07/06-01-55>

>>>>>[.........Why is evvverything so dark?.........Where......am I?....
...........Highla..er......I know this...............]<<<<<
***** Error in Time/Date
***** Error Autosend a.103
***** Error...

***** Private: Highlander
>>>>>[ Hiya. You seem to be looking for a "vacation." Well, I have ended
up with a little chip, that I need to be identified. I think it is
nuke-hot, so you should probably be quick about it. I'll arrange for the
travel arrangements, and will cover all expenses, but can't really afford
too much more than that. Please contact me soon. I'll understand if you
cannot do this.]<<<<<
        -- DragonEyes <11:12:34/6-1-55>

***** Private: Shadowfox
>>>>>[
+++++ Start Program
: Program running successfully
: Download message (Y/N)?       n
: Type in message (Y/N)?       y

Shadowfox, when can you come back to North America? FireWraith is starting
to really push for this meeting, and I can't ignore it too much more. 

+++++ Transmit message
]<<<<<
        -- DragonEyes <11:16:57/6-1-55>

>>>>>[ Hello, fellow denizens of the shadows. I am looking for a rigger in
the "free" state of California for making a cargo run. All interested
should apply and include a resume. I need the response fairly quickly.
Thank you. ]<<<<<
        -- Ms. Kate Walsh <10:25:45/6-1-55>

>>>>>[The Night knows no bounds, and the Lord of the Night is an Angel:
The Archangel of the Dark.  At your service. 

I shall not perish.

My weapons are useless, aye, my friends are oft faithless, I have no faith
save that in myself. 

Your blade shall never touch my throat, child.  The moon will shudder
behind a veil, the stars will fade into oblivion, and in the moment before
my sword tears your heart asunder - or my bullet spills your brains - or
my grip shatters your windpipe - you will know what you have seen and just
where you are going. 

Send me to Hell, should there be such a place. 

Give me my dominion back. 

Watch the Night: its Lord calls his Blood Hunt once again...]<<<<<
           --  Dark Angel <Fallen/Soul>

>>>>>[Consider the job taken...]<<<<<
         --  Dark Angel <Fallen/Soul>

>>>>>[Raven (not Nightstalker's girl, I've got the utmost respect for her.),
watch yourself...very carefully.

+++++ Upload: Damned Angel
+++++   RELEASED Version 3.2 Revision IX
+++++   TARGET Raven
+++++ Upload complete.

Heh.]<<<<<
           --  Dark Angel <Fallen/Soul>

>>>>>[Highlander, you try getting death threats.  *grin*]<<<<<
          --  Dark Angel <Fallen/Soul>

>>>>>[ Guys, cut it out. Your flames are getting quite annoying.]<<<<<
        --  Katana <15:18:27-6/1/55>

>>>>>[ Katana, your alive. I thought you died in that warehouse
explosion.]<<<<<
        --  Optimal<**:**:**/**/**/**>

>>>>>[ Well, technically I did. Thing is something brought me back
somehow. I have no idea who or what, but magic is gone.]<<<<<
        --  Katana

>>>>>[ What do you mean your magic is gone? Can't any of your Yakuza
brothers somehow return it to you?]<<<<<
        --  Optimal<**:**:**/**/**/**>

>>>>>[ I have no Yakuza brothers any more. I found out my master wasn't
kidnaped at all. He was the Amber Pheonix. He just wanted me dead for
some reason. Thing is I fear he is still alive and looking for me.]<<<<<
        --  Katana

>>>>>[ Well, we can offer you a place to hide for the time being. Come
and join us. We are called Fire and Ice.]<<<<<
        --  Optimal<**:**:**/**/**/**>

>>>>>[ But my magic is gone, so I have no use to anyone.]<<<<<
        --  Katana

>>>>>[ That doesn't matter. I can hook you up with some top grade
cyberware and equipment. We can give you a whole new identity. Hell, I
could use a spotter]<<<<<
        --  Optimal<**:**:**/**/**/**>

>>>>>[ Hmmmm. Ok, I will do it. But I will need a new name.]<<<<<
        --  ID Deleted<

>>>>>[ How about Periphrial?]<<<<<
        --  Optimal<**:**:**/**/**/**>

>>>>>[ Hmmm. That will do just nicely. Periphrial it is. Now, where can I
meet you to get this thing set up?]<<<<<
        --  Periphrial<

>>>>>[ Meet us at >>>Encrypted<<< at about 22:00:00 tomorrow.]<<<<<
        --  Optimal<**:**:**/**/**/**>

>>>>>[ Ok done. I will see then.]<<<<<
        --  Periphrial<

>>>>>[Ciao, Peripheral.  Hey, you guys on Fire & Ice, I have an
interesting idea for you...nab me at *Encrypted* for info.]<<<<<
            --  Dark Angel <Fallen/Soul> 

>>>>>[ Ok. We are currently traveling to meet our employer. But I will go
out of my way to meet you.]<<<<<
        --  Street Heat<**:**:**/**/**/**>

>>>>>[ The 120,000 is only an advance , and corresponds to 30% of total
payment.If you're providing matrix support, you can start by icepicking
your way into the NS1 consortium's database and finding out the exact
roster of scientists to compose the prospection team. Thank you.]<<<<<
         --Mr.Green (no track)

>>>>>[Anyone get a message, no time/date stamp, no ID--looks like
there was an error in transmission--with a quote about darkness at the
end?  My own copy couldn't be made out much, except for fragments, one
of which looked like my name.  And that quote at the end, it reminded
me of a lad I once knew.....

D?  Are you out there laddie!?  I'm attempting to reconstruct your
message, but it came through garbled, the pulses were corrupted.
I'll put a frame in this node that will try and trace yor next
transmission--talk to me!]<<<<<
        --Highlander (23:21:22/6-1-55)

***** Private: DragonEyes
>>>>>[Where?  When?  I'm all yours laddie!  I am in the middle of
another project at the moment--I think a chummer from times past is
trying to get in touch with me, but I'll just forward my frames to
wherever you send me; I should be fine.

Now, what sort of pay are we talking here?  I won't ask anything for
the rush--I'm tempted to pay you instead!  Thank You!]<<<<<
        --Highlander (23:25:31/6-1-55)

>>>>>[Heather: sorry lass, but it looks like I'll be called away for
awhile on business.  Maybe you can reschedule your visit?]<<<<<
        --Highlander (23:27:45/6-1-55)

>>>>>[Don't be silly, Colin, I'm still coming up (I'll leave the exact
time a surprise).  Even if you're not around, there's still 'Stalker to
keep me entertained, and Cerise & I must have lunch sometime.  Plus I
could finally meet this IBA lad in person, and PowrHouse, if he's
around.  So take I all the time you need laddie, I can keep busy.]<<<<<
        --Heather (23:30:45/6-1-55)

>>>>>[No thanks, Angel--I got my share of threats last year, I'm happy
to see someone else get the attention.  ;>]<<<<<
        --Highlander (23:32:33/6-1-55)

>>>>>[Highlander,
                        You're next.....                        ]<<<<<
        -- The Raven <There.Can/B.Only.1>

>>>>>[Hmmm... chuckle, chuckle...<grin>.

Dark Angel, I enjoyed the little "toy" you sent me, maybe I'll have use
for it someday when I have to crack one of those lesser denizens of this
realm. 

I'm going to have fun this week....  >:I

INCLUDE: Soundbyte.BATMAN.v0.4

******  "Wait til they get a load of me." <demonic laughter>  ]<<<<<
        -- The Raven <The.Hunt/Is.On>

***** PRIVATE TO: Jimi Smooth, Cobra, Basilisk, Plague Rat, Cheap Fingers
>>>>>[Mr. Smooth, I have received your message and agree fully:  friend
Warner must be eliminated.  Soon.  Basilisk is back in town, and available,
and Cobra should also be free.  I haven't heard anything on this board from
PlagueRat for quite some time.  If you could contact him personally, it would
probably be best.  I hope Mr. Warner's friends didn't get to him.  I suggest
we meet Saturday night to plan the course of events in this long overdue
final encounter, and finish this as soon as possible.]<<<<<
        -- Jeweler <09:22:06/06-01-55>

>>>>>[...AAAAAARRRRrrrrr.................GET oUt oF mee............the..
PAIN..............AAAAAHHHhhhhrrrr......StOP It.....I dON't wanT to HEAR
.........]<<<<<
***** Error Time/Date
----- Trace Initiated a.107b
***** Time/Date Reconfigured
        -- D. (09:17:15/06-02-....
***** Error Time/Date Breakdown

***** ENGAGE: Interneccine PRIVATE TO: Jimi Smooth, Cobra, Jeweler, PlagueRat,
      Cheap Fingers
>>>>>[Meinen Herrn, i will be able to attending the meeting Saturday night,
but i need to know where.  Herr Jeweler forgot to mention that detail.  I
will be able to go on site to deck, as Herr Smooth requested, as long as i
can have someone to keeping a lookout for me.  Other detail can be discussing
at the meeting.]<<<<<
        -- Basilisk <17:28:05 GMT/01.Juni.55>

***** ERROR:  PRIVATE DESIGNATION INVALID: NO RECIPIENT IDENTIFIED
***** ERROR:  PROTOCOL DEMARKATION INCORRECT
***** ERROR:  COMMAND SYNTAX ERROR, CHECK SPELLING
***** ERROR:  FORMAT ERROR: UNABLE TO EXECUTE
>>>>>[Drek, BAsilsik, some day you  r going to have tp show ne how to
use this privat thing.  I?LL keep this short then.  I can comr to the
meting Statrday, whereber it is.  Just let me knoe wen and where.]<<<<<
        -- Cobra <09:36:44/06-01-55>

*****Private: Solonus, RedWing, Bruce, BIGHORN, Johnson
>>>>>[Well, here's a copy of the Matrix log.  I haven't gotten to the
physical log yet, give me some time.

+++++ Upload: Matrix-Log.May-24.2055.Yamatetsu-Run

        The setting is definitely the inside of a corporate matrix,
apparently Yamatetsu.  Data is whizzing past on all sides.  Standing in
the middle is an icon of a female mage, wearing normal clothes but
carrying many obvious fetishes, her hands holding small balls of fire.
The icon is facing the "camera".

        "Beginning Matrix Log...Log program diagnostics...fine.  All
programs...check.  Penetration into Yamatetsu was simple with proper
codes, don't know how long they'll check out.  Opening contact with
team...now."

        A small vidlink appears on the shoulder of the icon.  On the
link is shown a human male, speaking into a vidphone.

        "Bill, I'm in.  Go in yourself.  It ought to be fine," says the
icon into the vidlink.

        "Got it.  Going in, sis," says the human back.  He closes his
phone, and the vidlink goes blank.

        The icon goes down the "corridor".  She then comes across
another node.

        She speaks to the "camera" again.  "Looks like the control room
for the place.  Heavily guarded.  I hope that this stuff is as good as
before..."  She walks up to the "door".  A white door suddenly appears,
a control panel appearing on it.  The icon taps in a code on the panel;
the door opens.

        "High level IC.  Glad I had the code...it was at least
Barrier-12, and I don't know what it was hooked into."

        She enters the room.  All around her are control panels showing
various things; there are also some camera views.

        The icon moves over to the pictures.  Shown on one is a view of
a human male, two dwarves, and three orks just outside a corporate
building.  The icon "casts" a program at the camera...the team
disappears from view.

        She speaks into the vidlink.  "Johnson, cameras are down.  I'm
changing the view they see of you on the cameras...now."  The entire
team suddenly reappears, this time looking like janitors and workers.
"You have the codes, Bill..."

        "I got 'em, sis," replies Johnson (without a picture).  "Meet
you inside."

        The icon speaks again to the camera.  "Physical penetration team
has made it in.  Resistance is, so far, non existant.  I'm going to go
look for Hack, will return shortly."

        The icon prepares to leave.  Suddenly, one of the camera views
lights up with the view of a cyborg, apparently in the matrix.  No sound
is allowed, but text appears on the screen: "Quickling.  I am in the
matrix, surrounded by guards both physical and Matrix.  Can't tell you
where I am directly, trace me instead.  Be careful, I want out of here
without dying."  The picture fades...Quickling moves to the icon of the
screen and attempts to trace the source.  It takes approximately five
minutes.

        She again speaks to the camera.  "Hack is located...he sent me a
message to find him.  Penetration team...wait a second.  How is the
penetration team?"  She quickly leaves the "camera", and looks back to
the views on the virtual screens.  On one of them she sees the team,
looking like janitors, Johnson standing over a fallen guard.  Quickling
suddenly begins work on deleting the log...at the same time, she speaks
again into her shoulder.

        "What's happening?"

        "We're alright," says Johnson, turning the picture back on, "We
just stunned a guard here, but I don't see any security breaches.  Now,
where's the man?"

        "Look.  That was dangerous, Johnson.  I edited the logs a
little, but it's dangerous.  Get rid of him.  Now, the target's in a
room down a couple of halls.  He'll be guarded...be careful."

        The vidlink again goes off.  Quickling speaks to the "camera"
again: "The team screwed up partly...an alarm may be started, but I
can't find one.  I can't do any more here...I'm going to trace Hack."

        Quickling quickly leaves the room, not realizing that a small
light has been flashing quietly since the guard was shot.  She heads
down the "hall", zooming by several nodes.

        Suddenly, some IC appears in front of her. Blaster IC, by the
look.  Quickling ducks out of the way of a quick blast, and readies a
counter program; she is hit in the arm, but at the same time she "casts"
a spell at the IC.  On the IC, a fireball explodes; the IC is vaporized.

        She again speaks to the camera, quickly as she runs: "I
encountered some Blaster IC, powerful.  Took some light damage, but I
don't have time to heal it.  I'm sure an alert was started, but I'm
going to have a hell of a time stopping it."

        She suddenly spots two corporate deckers coming her way.  She
readies another combat "spell", this time a more precise one, and
launches one at the first decker as she "summons" up a shield in her
damaged arm.  The decker is hit in the chest; he seems uninjured, but
moves a little slower.

        The second decker speaks: "Surrender, and we won't have to kill
you."  He then fires what looks like an SMG at Quickling; Quickling
block most of the bullets with her shield, but one gets through and hits
her in the leg.

        "Frag off," she yells back, and casts her spell at the second
decker.  This time, she hits him square on with the blast; the arm of
the decker seems to be severely injured, and he drops the gun.

        In the mean time, the first decker fires his SMG.  Quickling
takes the full brunt of the damage for several seconds; she almost
drops.  She loads a healing program, and casts another spell at the
injured decker; the decker is hurt worse, but does not drop.

        She again speaks, the camera picking up the sounds.  "Final log.
I've taken serious damage, I doubt I can hold up for long.  I'm ready to
jack out.  Healing program is helping minimally."

        The guards are again ready to fire.  Suddenly, the rear of the
mostly uninjured one blows up; the guard disappears.  The second turns;
Quickling takes it as an opportunity to fire another blast.  The guard
is hit in the rear and almost goes down; at the same time, a cyborg icon
fires what looks like a bazooka at the guard, and he to explodes.

        "Quickling, follow me," says the cyborg.

        "Hack?" asks Quickling.

        "Follow me."

        The cyborg begins rushing down the corridor; Quickling follows.
As they go, Quickling realizes that the team may also be in trouble; a
voice suddenly comes from the vidlink on her shoulder, asking what's
going on.

        She speaks into the vidlink.  "I was attacked; major Blaster
program, and a couple of GOOD deckers.  Hack saved me...go get him NOW.
It's VERY important."

        She shuts off the link and closes the program, and attempts to
run her healing program.  It works to some extent; she now moves a
little faster, her icon is mostly intact.  Finally, the pair reach a
room.

        "Quickling, jack out.  Now," says the cyborg.

        "Hack, why?  I need to keep you alive!"

        "The team will take care of that.  They're decimated, and so are
you...but you'll get me out.  Got it?  Go.  Don't risk your life now."

        "Hack, no..."

        "Here, you want to see the video?  I'm jacking out now...just
watch the video."  He makes a gesture, and on the wall a picture
appears; in the picture, a human is seen surrounded by two guards.  The
door opens...Johnson, an ork, and a dwarf are just outside it, and open
fire on the guards.

        "I'm going now," says the cyborg, and he suddenly disappears.
The picture shows the decker pulling a cord from his head...he then
takes a knife from a small terminal, and then stabs the second guard in
the back, the first one having already gone down.  The guard turns, and
is immediately killed by the fire from the team.

        Quickling again speaks to the camera.  "Final log.  Hack is
retrieved...the team is decimated...everything is fragged up, but we've
succeeded.  Following the orders of Hack, I'm jacking out now.  Log
ends."

        The scene in the picture shows the decker disappearing, and the
team moves out; the log ends at the same time as Quickling disappears.

+++++ End Log

There.  That's out of the way.  One more thing to convert, now...I have
to get the other penetration log done.  I'm impressed with this log
program, by the way...]<<<<<
        --  Quickling <12:15:36/06-02-55>

***** Private: Highlander
>>>>>[ The sooner the better. Here are all the arrangements >>Encrypted<<.
Please note the travel itterenary. I have decided, (no offense to you intended)
that I should really be wherever the chip is, but FireWraith is insistant in
that she wants me down in Mississippi for the little meeting. You might want
to make sure you bring some gear with you (like armour and weapons) because
... well the item in question is hot.

As far as pay goes, I unfortunately can't offer you anything too outrageous,
but . . .  >>Encrypted<<. And as far as Mississippi goes, well, I think you
will find the other stuff that is happening interesting enough. ]<<<<<
        -- DragonEyes <12:07:00/6-2-55>

***** Private: Quickling
>>>>>[Quickling, do you feel up to snooping around Yama again? If so I
need for you to search for any references to the following names... 

Danielle P. Bighorn: (my wife) age 29 Nuclear engineer for Gaeatronics
Tracey M. Bighorn: (my sister) age 19 student at Salish Council Comm. College
Xavier G. Bighorn: (my daughter) age 6
Daysen G. Bighorn: (my son) age 10 months

Also, if you can, check to see if Yama or MCT has any dealings within the
Salish-Shidhe Council. Thanks...]<<<<<
     -- BIGHORN (06-02-55 / 18:05:36)

*****Private: BIGHORN
>>>>>[Yeah, I can do that.  I still have a little info...saved from that run,
so I have some easy-to-check stuff, and I'll get into some data runs in a little
while.]<<<<<
        --  Quickling <19:05:48/06-02-55>

***** Private: Digital Priest
>>>>>[A few days ago, you offered to help me with my problem. If that
offer still stands, I would like to know if you could look into a few
things for me. First, I would like to know if Mitsuhama has any holdings
or is otherwise doing any biz, in or with the Salish-Shidhe Council. I'm
looking for the nature of that biz and any locations, strenghts, weapons
or anything that you may be able to pull up. Also check any references to
the following names, Danielle Bighorn, Tracey Bighorn, Daysen Bighorn or
Xavier Bighorn. Thanks..]<<<<<
     -- Bighorn (06-02-55/22:18:19)

***** Private: Vorien
>>>>>[If you are still intrested. Meet me at the Renraku Arcology mall,
2nd level, tommorrow evening 18:30 hours. I'll be the Amerind with the red
feather. Come alone and don't get followed.]<<<<<
     -- BIGHORN (06-02-55/22:48:05)

***** Private: Aardvark
>>>>>[I would like to offer you a job helping me and my team avenge
ourselves. I am close to finding out the locations of my family and may
need help extracting them. Contact me if you are intrested so we can set
up a meet.]<<<<<
     -- BIGHORN (06-02-55/22:55:30)

***** Private: Solonus
>>>>>[If you are still intrested in helping out with my problem, drop me a
line so we can set up a meet.]<<<<<
	-- BIGHORN (06-02-55/23:44:02)

>>>>>[ Nightstalker here.  We got the fraggers.  Gallean and his damn
shapeshifer are dead.  But you want details don't you.  Well here they
are. 

Raven, SpotOn, Doomsday and myself invaded the apartment building that
Gallean was hiding in.  We dressed in concealable body armor which Raven
then fashioned to make it look like we were corpers coming back from the
gym.  We shoved our weapons and tools into a couple of large gym bags and
drove a "borrowed" car into the buildings underground parking lot.  This
was easy since I had broke into the building's admin computer and made it
look like someone had moved into one of the empty apartments.  I then got
a false credstick and put all the necessary security codes on it. 

Once we got inside we went over to the elevator and took it up to the
lobby. We then got out and began chatting inanely like we were a bunch of
high ranking wageslaves.  I flashed a grin at the guard as we headed over
to the main elevator.  He looked at us for a second and then stood up and
called us over. I told everyone to wait for me by the elevator and walked
over to the guard. He remarked that he didn't remember me.  I explained
that I was the new tenent and produced my credstick.  He checked in his
computer and then let us go. We hopped into the elevator and went up to
the fifth floor.  Gallean's room was on the sixth, but be needed to get
ready for the attack. 

We walked down to my "room" and went in.  We all pulled out our battlegear
while Raven fashioned our close back to normal.  I jacked into the
security system through the alarm console and prepared some blank recurive
camera routines.  I then checked the guards positions in the hall on the
sixth floor and pulled up the pictures on the apartment's telecom.  We
discussed battle tactics for a little while and then I activated the
camera routines.  Next I disabled the alarm systems and blocked all of
Gallean's phones to prevent him from calling security.  Lastly, I deleted
all computer files with our pictures on them.  Doomsday was quite
insistant on that point. 

We walked out into the hallway and went to the fire stairs.  We then took
them up to the next floor and fiddled with the door to get it open.  I
really hate how they design those doors to open from the outside only. 
Having opened it SpotOn stepped out to be surprised by two very surprised
guards.  It seems to be that these two were standing in an area of the
hall that was not covered by the security cameras. 

SpotOn recovered from the shock first and launched a foot into the first
guards stomach.  He fell back and started to double over, but that just
gained him an elbow to the jaw.  As he was falling to the ground, SpotOn
hit him with a round kick that sent him flying into the wall.  The second
guard began to yell into his headset and drew his pistol and drew a bead
on SpotOn.  However before he could fire Raven blasted him with a Stunbolt
that knocked him off his feet and into next week. 

Doomsday began to grumble about battle plans being the first causality of
battle while he pushed pass SpotOn and rushed down the hallway, drawing a
silenced Manhunter into each hand.  Raven followed him, pulling her
magesword out from under her longcoat.  I grabbed SpotOn, who was busy
making sure the guard she had downed was really unconcouis by slamming his
head into the ground with her foot, and we ran after the others while
drawing our pistols. 

As SpotOn and I turned the first corner we saw Doomsday step across the
hallway opening that leads down to Galleans room firing both pistols
several times.  A pained grunting came from down that hall followed by two
burst of bullets that slammed into the wall just behind the area Doomsday
had vacated. 

Raven came up to the corner and turned to her side.  An Earth Elemental
manifested and she ordered him down the hallway.  The elemental lumbered
into the hall and began to charge down it.  Several yells and lots of full
automatic fire followed.  I had just reached the corner, so I looked
around to see what was up.  The earth elemental had engulfed one of the
guards and was raising a huge stony hand to slam the second when a bolt of
lightning lanced from an open doorway and struck the elemental.  The
elemental cracked horribly and disgored the first guard who fell to the
ground and began to crawl for the door. The second guard slammed his fist
into the spirit and it disappated into mist, revealing a red aura on the
man's hand. 

Doomsday leaned into the hallway and squeezed off a stream of bullets from
his left hand gun into the physical adept.  The adept turned and charged
into the doorway, taking several hits from Doomsday and from my Predator
which I had began to fire. 

Raven looked past me and stunbolted the guard on the ground who stopped
moving. She then turned to the side and called her fire elemental into
being.  The elemental charged down the hall at her command, and SpotOn ran
right behind it. Doomsday followed them, and I waited for Raven to follow
before taking the rear. 

The elemental reached the doorway and was received by a lightning bolt,
that did little damage thanks to Raven's shielding.  The fiery beast
charged into the room with SpotOn and Doomsday dissappearing after it. 
Raven charged into the room a moment later and I followed her.  Doomsday
was diving into the kitchen being followed by an Air Elemental.  SpotOn
was dodging a lightning bolt fired from a mage who was walking backwards
up a staircase that should not have been there.  The Fire Elemental was in
deadly battle with a Water Elemental which was hovering a few meters in
front of the mage.  The physical adept was lying infront of the mage with
several more bullet wounds in his back. 

SpotOn landed and fired several bullets at the mage, but the bounced off a
bullet barrier.  I fired a few of my own, having no other target.  They
too bounced.  Raven fired a Manabolt at the Air Elemental which stopped
and turned back towards us.  This worried me, but Doomsday appeared behind
the elemental and hit it with a two handed swing with his monosword.  This
massive blow sliced right trough it. 

SpotOn hand began to charge the mage, I swear the girl is mad sometimes,
and had pulled out her monowhip to see if the mage's bullet barrier would
stop it. The mage got the point rather quickly and retreated up the stairs
and out of view.  Raven ran over to the dueling elementals, but not in
time to save her Fire Elemental.  She was able to kill the weakened Water
Elemental with one swipe of her sword.  SpotOn had reached the stairs and
slammed head first into an invisible barrier.  She tumbled down the stairs
and sat dazed for a moment. 

Behind me in the corridor, I heard several men yelling "Get back in your
rooms and lock the doors!" Thank God for morbid curiousity.  I told Raven
and Doomsday to go after Gallean while SpotOn and I handled the guards. 
Raven stepped up to the staircase and knocked down the barrier with her
sword. Doomsday than took the lead with is newly reloaded pistols and
charged up the staircase.  I pulled up SpotOn while drawing my katana and
dragged her into the hallway. 

I think the rest would be best told by others. ]<<<<<
        -- Nightstalker <10:41:31/06-02-55>

>>>>>[ Well, 'Stalker, I guess that my cue to pick up on... Anyway after
myself and the Nightstalker emerged into the hallway, it was obvious that
those guards were bearing down on us thick and fast. I motioned him
through a doorway on the opposite side of the hall, a bit behind me and
took on my best don't frag with me pose, right in the middle of the
hallway, with Predator aimed down the hall and a flash grenade concealed
in my left fist. 

As soon a the guard group rounded the corner the first one spun his rifle
in my direction, one shot and the thought was wiped completely from his
brain, as the next rounded, unable to pull up, he looked up, saw me, as he
considered what to do, I calmly told him that if he so much as sneezed,
I'd drill him. Anyway he started blabbing about how I'd never get away
with this and so on, obviously hoping to distract me, I mean they honestly
thought that I wasn't aware of three guys that were trying to sneak up
behind me. 

At Nightstalker's whistle I dropped the flash a fired, he must of really
surprised those drekheads when he burst out Katana slashing right in the
middle of them. Relying on Nightstalker to cover my back I drew my
monowhip and charge down towards the two fallen bodies, just as I
suspected, when I was about half way another three showed their faces from
around the corner taking aim at me. The first one fell to twin Predator,
shot's unfortunately the other two managed to open up on me as I went into
a dive roll. 

One group of bullets flew harmlessly above me, unfortunately several of
the other group slammed into my side, drek I hate getting shot, luckily my
armour went a long way to stopping the penetration. I was hurt but I was
also amongst them, and a couple of slashes and a dodge later I was about
to check for more when I heard Nightstalker's shriek. 

Spinning around I saw Nightstalker furiously defending himself against the
onslaught of the Shapeshifter, from where I was I could see that his lower
right arm had been slashed, and he was using his katana two handed. The
three corp guards were arrayed around the battle, but two more were up the
other end, aiming their assault rifles, however the melee was two quick,
they couldn't get a clear shot, at Nightstalker or me, but it didn't
appear to matter, Nightstalker was losing. 

Drek, I realised I'd dropped my Predator when I was hit, grabbing a rifle
off the dead guard I dropped prone and slid the selector to single shots,
knowing that the guards would open fire at the first opportunity I had to
take them out first, and there wasn't much time. Well I'm not called
SpotOn for nothing, so it appeared that it was again time to prove it,
taking careful aim, I fired two shots, one was perfect, the guard went
down a bullet between his eyes, but the second guy moved, my shot flew
wide, then he opened fire. 

A hail of fire erupted down the hallway, both Nightstalker and the
Shapeshifter were hit, luckily though the shifter took the brunt of the
fire, and fell back, badly wounded, as I let go my third shot I felt a
projectile enter my arm, but the shot flew true, taking the guard in the
gut, messy and inaccurate, but it did the job, the guard fell, and the
fire stopped. 

Nightstalker, while wounded, took the advantage while he had it and lept
onto the shapeshifter, seconds later it was all over, I.B.A. had been
avenged, and a few people could sleep easier at night. ]<<<<<
        --  SpotOn <10:49:35/06-02-55>

>>>>>[ Heather, I don't think Nightstalker will have time to entertain
you. He should be busyf or the next... couple of weeks. ]<<<<<
        -- Raven the Mage <22:55:23/06-02-55>

>>>>>[ Heather, yo might want to have lunch with me, but who said I want
to have lunch with you? ]<<<<<
        -- Cerise <22:56:56/06-02-55>

>>>>>[ Ladies!  I'm shocked.  What's with this unfriendly attitude for
Highlander's friend.  You should both be ashamed. ]<<<<<
        -- Nightstalker <22:58:05/06-02-55>

***** Private BIGHORN
>>>>>[I'll be there.  I'm not great at evasives, but I doubt anyone is
looking at me these days.  I'll arrange some distractions, subtly.]<<<<<
        --  Vorien <06-03-55/00:09:34>

>>>>>[You see there?  I TOLD you he'd start making the threats more
sucinct.....:>

You're right, laddie there can be only one.  And I'm it.]<<<<<
        --Highlander (23:20:15/6-2-55)

>>>>>[D!!  I knew it!  Dammit, why does everything have to happen at
the same time!?!  I'll be here, laddie, virtually if no other way.]<<<<<
        --Highlander (23:23:23/6-2-55)

>>>>>[Cerise:  do you mean that you're not curious about me at all? I know
I am about you.....And why weren't you in that bloody melee for the
shapeshifter's head?  After breaking up two of your romantic evenings ,
I'd have figured you'd be at the front of the line. 

Raven: You needen't worry, lass.  I have no designs on 'Stalker's virtue.
I don't get involved with involved men--too much hassle.  Especially when
the other half is a mage!  No offense, lad.]<<<<<
        --Heather (23:28:45/6-2-55)

>>>>>[So, lassie, do you know when you'll be arriving?]<<<<<
        --Highlander (23:30:30/6-2-55)

>>>>>[End of next week.  But I'll keep the duration a secret.  When are
you going to give me your new address?]<<<<<
        --Heather (23:32:10/6-2-55)

*****PRIVATE: Nightstalker
>>>>>[Don't fret none about the lasses, 'Stalker: I often have that
affect on women.  They register me as a threat, and react accordingly.
Don't forget that drink......]<<<<<
        --Heather (23:34:44/6-2-55)

*****PRIVATE:DragonEyes
>>>>>[Everything is acceptable.  I'll see you in Denver!  And I'll be
sure to bring my "work clothes".......]<<<<<
        --Highlander (23:35:55/6-2-55)

*****Private: BIGHORN
>>>>>[Yeah, I'd probably be interested...I'm still sortof in shock from 
my last run, but yeah.  Shall we meet at some point?

Thanks...]<<<<
        --  Solonus <02:36:23/06-03-55>

*****Private: BIGHORN
>>>>>[Ah, I have heard that you have lost your family, and I feel for
you. I'm a Snake shaman who specializes in healing and elemental control,
and I wish to offer my services to you in any action you might take to
get your family back. If you do need my help, just drop a dime.]<<<<<
        -- Clown <12.34.56/6-3-55>

>>>>>[
***** Vid Feed enabled...
Smith--   Sporew Smith here, reporting to you from outside of the abandoned
	warehouse where several eye-witnesses reported seeing the strange
	event unfold.
          This is Ty, he is one of the many citizens who have started to
    	come forward.  It seems that three days ago...  Well Ty why don't you
    	tell us what you saw.
Ty--      Man it was crazy.  This guy jus bust through dat dare wall.  I
    	mean I knew tings were wierd, dis guy was naked. 
Smith--   Is that
	right?  Wasn't he hurt when he hit the wall? Ty-- Naw.  Well he
	had a few cuts on his arm dare but nutin too bad.  an he jus shook
	it off.  He mussa bin doin some heavy drek. 
Smith--   Well thank you very much Ty.  The description given by most of
    the witnesses is as follows:
          Hair: Black
          Eyes: Black
          Skin: Pale White
          Height: 6'1" - 6'3"
          Weight: ~235 lbs.
          Marks: Presumed to have cuts on right arm and shoulder.
          Well that is all for now.  Back to your News station that cares...
***** End Vid Feed
]<<<<<
        -- CBNN News <09:21:47> Date Deleted

>>>>>[ Well, Ms. walsh I believe I am the one your looking for. I have
complete credentials which I have sent, Though not sure if they arrived
yet. This area has delayed messages sometimes. I'm LA based so I have
trouble with the DMZ's so contact me ASAP if you want that carg safee and
quick. Label message with " Silver ". ]<<<<<
          -- PT1 LA net <10:14:41/6-2-55>

***** Private: Highlander 
>>>>>[ Glad to hear it. Sorry it came at such a busy time for you, but I
didn't feel it could wait. Hopefully, your ride from the airport will be
there. Either way you'll see me and FireWraith there. Until then! Have a
safe flight. ]<<<<<
        -- DragonEyes <11:19:45/6-3-55>

*****PRIVATE TO: Jimi Smooth, Basilisk, Cobra, PlagueRat, Cheap Fingers
>>>>>[For the meeting, I would recommend tomorrow (Saturday) night at
the Purple Haze at 21:00.  If this is not acceptable, let me know as soon
as possible.  Mr. Smooth, have you had any luck locating PlagueRat?  He
could be useful for our upcomming business.  Basilisk, could you please
show Cobra how to send private?  He said nothing incriminating yesterday,
but it would make things much safer for us all.]<<<<<
        -- Jeweler <10:40:37/6-3-55>

>>>>>[I have not yet begun to fight.

+++++ Upload Sequence Initiated
+++++    Prometheus' Hounds -- Uploaded
+++++    Prometheus' Hounds -- Verified
+++++ Prometheus' Hounds have been released!
+++++ Upload Sequence Completed

Have phun.]<<<<<
          --  Dark Angel <Fallen/Soul>

***** Private: DragonEyes
>>>>>[ We can be back at the earliest Tuesday late night, depending on
where it is. So I guess it is your turn to tell us when and where. I'll
inform my "guest" when it is, so there is no need to include him on the
tab. And I'll explain why I am working with him. We are going to have to
bring gear though, we are sort of very hot commidities. Hope you
understand. ]<<<<<
        -- Shadowfox <21:36:38/6-3-55>

***** Private: Shadowfox,WHAT,Gawk,Doomsday
>>>>>[ The wait is almost over. FireWraith has picked a place at
>>Encrypted<< Yes, it is in the middle of no where but it is Mississippi,
which means that anyone who sticks out, will do so. How you get there is
your own biz. Sorry to put it so bluntly, but that is my instructions. For
the record, Blitzkrieg will be present. The meeting time is on Wednesday
at 10 pm. Don't be late. 

For that matter, being early isn't approved either. (I assume 1 or 2
minutes won't kill her, but she made it very clear to me that it wasn't
going to make her any happier.) For the added knowledge of what you are
dealing with, she hasn't seen Blitzkrieg yet, I've prevented it. And I
seem to be a hot item, so people might come looking for me. Be warned.
Until Wednesday, my friends. My your travels be safe! ]<<<<<
        -- DragonEyes <11:42:42/6-3-55>

***** Private: Silver
>>>>>[ I'm sure you'll do fine. The pay isn't great, but it should only last
you at most a week's worth of employment. The pay scale is >>Encrypted<<
Basically all you have to do is fly a plane from Oakland to Denver on Saturday.
Then the cargo will be moved to a van, and drive the van to a place to be
specified. You should be meet by an Amerindian elven male by the name of
DragonEyes. You have probably already seen a picture of him from Speed's post
of going after Gallean and Ganz. After you move the goods, you'll be
hired for the rest of the week doing various sort of odd jobs that shouldn't
be too hard. It will be under DragonEyes' command. He already knows the
conditions of what I am proposing. Be warned. Combat is a possibility. Contact
me, if you still want the job. ]<<<<<
        -- Ms. Kate Walsh <11:55:06/6-3-55>

****** Private: Bruce
>>>>>[ Bruce, I forgot to do this earlier... must be all the heckness of
planning. . . I hope you can forgive my oversight. Anyway, FireWraith is
hosting a get together in >>Encrypted<< at >>Encrypted<<. She would like you
to attend. I would strongly recommend fireproof clothing and normal running
gear, as she is rather angry, and well, I'm a wanted man right now. Don't
ask -- I'll explain at the meeting. The meeting is SUPPOSED to be peaceful.
Keep that in mind. ]<<<<<
        -- DragonEyes <14:50:50/6-3-55>

***** Private: BIGHORN
>>>>>[Mr. Bighorn I've heard news of your predicament and would like
to offer my services to you. My name is Templar and I am an adept
fighter and assassin. Should you need my help just leave a message and
I'll be there a.s.a.p.]<<<<<
          --  Templar  <22:16/3-6-2055>

*****Private to: Bighorn.
>>>>>[Bighor, I still want to help you. Please meet me tomorrow at my
favorite bar, "Friet van Piet", near >>Encrypted<<. How about 20.00u?]<<<<<
        -- Aardvark (23:58:13/3-6-55)

>>>>>[Herr Jeweler, i will be there.]<<<<<
        -- Basilisk <14:18:10 GMT/04.Juni.55>

>>>>>[I will come on time.]<<<<<
        -- Cobra <04:20:33/06-04-55>

>>>>>[Dark Angel, remember your mythology vids a bit better next time.
Do you recal the legend of Prometheus?  Then you would remember that the
great dark bird of death feasted upon his liver daily.

Oh, BTW, I enjoyed the hounds, an old yakuza friend of ours showed me this
great recipe for them!!! Mmmmm....]<<<<<
        --The Raven <Demon/Darkness>

>>>>>[It was crows, by the way.  Edith Hamilton's New Mythology, if you want
a reference.

+++++ Upload Begin:
+++++   Holy Incarnation Search and Destroy
+++++ Upload End:

Have more fun...and I'm not even warmed up yet *sigh*]<<<<<
           --  Dark Angel <Fallen/Soul>

*****Private to: DeDannan
>>>>>[Hey.  Do you still have a copy of that killer search-trace-and-destroy
program we worked on way-back-when?]<<<<<
           --  Dark Angel <Fallen/Soul>

*****Private: Quickling
>>>>>[Greetings.  I figured that you, once again, would be happy to know that
I am still alive.  Besides which, I've been doing a little research on you
while you were gone...and it seems that you need some Yamatetsu information.
If you're wondering, I was checking your machine.  Anyway, I checked through
what I "liberated" before I left: here's some information that you might be
interested in.

+++++Upload: Yamatetsu Log Datasearch (Name: Bighorn)

Consider it more payment for getting me out of there.]<<<<<
        --  Hack <No T/D>

*****Private: Hack
+++++User Not Found
>>>>>[What the hell?  Hack, are you receiving this?]<<<<<
        --  Quickling <19:25:49/06-04-55>

*****Private: Bighorn
>>>>>[Well, I got some information.  I haven't had time to fully go
through it...here, have the packet.

+++++Upload: Yamatetsu Log Datasearch (Name: Bighorn)

It looks fairly complete...]<<<<<
        --  Quickling <21:18:21/06-04-55>

*****Private to: Patricia O'Connor
>>>>>[I've not seen you in a few days.  Things got a bit hectic...are you 
still okay?]<<<<<
          --  Dark Angel <Fallen/Soul>

*****Private to: Dark Angel
>>>>>[I'm all right, Chris...just quiet.]<<<<<
          --  Patricia O'Connor <No T/D>

*****Private to: Patricia O'Connor
>>>>>[You don't sound so good...]<<<<<
          --  Dark Angel <Fallen/Soul>

*****Private to: Dark Angel
>>>>>[I'm okay!]<<<<<
          --  Patricia O'Connor <No T/D>

*****Private to: Patricia O'Connor
>>>>>[You don't sound okay...is it okay if I pick you up about seven?  We 
could go to my place - I'll cook - and just sit and talk and snuggle for 
a while.  Do you want to?]<<<<<
          --  Dark Angel <Fallen/Soul>

*****Private to: Dark Angel
>>>>>[Why not...I'll see you at seven.]<<<<<
          --  Patricia O'Connor <No T/D>

***** Private to: Heather
>>>>>[ Don't worry about Raven.  I managed to convince her that there is no
hankie-pankie going on between us.  Let me know when your getting into town.
I'll meet you at the airport and we can get that drink. ]<<<<<
        -- Nightstalker <22:04:38/06-05-55>

>>>>>[ Heather, I'm sorry about my bad reaction to you.  Would you like to
join Nightstalker and I for dinner when you get in town? ]<<<<<
        -- Raven the Mage <22:05:45/06-05-55>

>>>>>[Apology accepted, Raven (TM).  I'm coiming in this Friday--heads
up Colin!  I'd love to have dinner with you two sometime.  Will Cerise
be joining us?]<<<<<
        --Heather (23:00:01/6-5-55)

>>>>>[Sorry lassie, but I'm going to be gone for a little bit.
A business trip, I'll try and end it soon.  In the meantime, I've
booked you at the Tacoma Sheraton for the time being.  We'll discuss
the length of your visit when I get back.]<<<<<
        --Highlander (23:03:45/6-5-55)

>>>>>[ No, Heather, I won't be joining you.  Anything we have to talk about
will best be done out of Raven's ear shot.  I don't want to embarrass the
prude. ]<<<<<
        -- Cerise <11:20:20/06-05-55>

>>>>>[Suit yourself, lassie, though I don't know what all the fuss is
about.  It's not like I'm going to take him away from you (or SpotOn?) or
something.  Remember, Colin left me. 

Actually, now that I think of it, he left the country to escape
Fuchi.  Hmmmmm.  Neah, I'm sure you have nothing at all to worry about
Cerise.  So let's meet.]<<<<<
        --Heather (23:18:18/6-5-55)

***** Private to Jeweler, Basilisk, Cheap Fingers, Cobra
>>>>>[Okay gents, Warner has upped the anty. Our obnoxious, abrasive
compatriot Plague Rat is no longer breathing. I was trying to reach him
and a bud of mine said he had heard that someone was flying some test runs
with a panzer that sounded suspiciously like the war beast out in the deep
Puyallup regions. Further investigations revealed that a group of runners
sold the beast to an arms dealer after offing the owner (Rat). The dealer
was allowing limited test runs for potential buyers. From what I could
gather the hitters used the "Killer Babe" Routine to get Rat way too amped
on narcs and BTLs, then the woman who seduced him let the shooters into
Rat's apartment. Bang. One more little mark on Warners blacker than black
soul. The only good thing to come of it is that I now know a really well
stocked arms dealer if we ever need to destroy downtown in a nuclear
holocaust. 
        
Saturdays meet was good. I say we move on hte plan Wednesday evening.
Warner has been there almost every wednesday to meet his
mistreess/creature thing. Let me know if this is all cool with ya'all.
Peace of mind is a piece of ass. Words to ponder eh?]<<<<<
        -- Jimi Smooth <13:23:12/06-06-55>

>>>>>[Sounds as if you really miss Plague Rat there Jimi. "Obnoxious" and
"Abrasive" are not the most often heard words in a eulogy. Wednesday
sounds good to me, I'll be finishing up some of that arcane nonsense
wednesday afternoon so I will be available. And by the Way "Happiness is a
warm nun"]<<<<<
       -- Cheap Fingers <15:51:21/06-06-55>