*****Private to: Macros the Black
>>>>>[The UB doesn't take too kindly to people who speak as openly as you.  Be
warned!]<<<<<
         --  Dark Angel <Fallen/Soul>

***** PRIVATE: Corrosion
>>>>>[ Hoi Corrosion! Nice to meet you although this - how did you call him?
-ai, I remember: metalhead at the door is extremely unfriendly. Seems to me
that we have to expect difficulties, since there are gossips that the Viper
doesn't want to be found. Asked Captain Drake whether he wants him back even
against his will. Do you have any experiences with vampires? I know that they
are tough opponents, not easy to defeat - especially when you do not want to
destroy them. And I'd be glad to try your new vehicle - I haven't had a ride
in a real good one for a long while. And although I usually prefer the back
of a real horse, today I feel tempted]<<<<<
       -- White Raven <08:15:10 pm/06-27-2055>

>>>>>[Tanya, didn't you forget something?  Or do you not care about the religion
part anymore...

It just seems strange to see a UB ad NOT have something about converting people
in it...ah, well.  Maybe you're better than most of 'em...]<<<<<
        --  Quickling <18:36:23/06-27-55>

*****Private: Macros the Black
>>>>>[No proof.

Wow.

I'm obviously impressed now...

Besides which, I'd think that the UB would cover their tracks even if you
WERE in a Tir, or Germany, or wherever the drek you are.  Even Aztlan. 
They don't want this stuff happening...assuming that what you say is true,
along with a pile of rumors that I've heard over the years... 

You know, I'd be scared if I were you, and I were telling the
truth...]<<<<<
        --  Solonus <18:43:12/06-27-55>

*****Private: Quickling
>>>>>[Quickling, leave Tanya alone.  Somehow, I don't think it's the safest
thing to do about now.  The rumors I've heard about the place are going up
in LARGE numbers, and most of them involve Real Bad Stuff.  I'm beginning
to think that some may be right...]<<<<<
        --  Solonus <18:45:32/06-27-55>

*****Private: Solonus
>>>>>[Ah, leave it alone, Sol.  This Teresa person's just another member of
the UB, and as far as I can tell, the place is legit.

And I didn't bug her too much.]<<<<<
        --  Quickling <18:46:49/06-27-55>

*****Private: Quickling
>>>>[I don't trust it, Quickling.  Just stay away...]<<<<<
        --  Solonus <18:47:30/06-27-55>

>>>>>[You better be taking good care of your cat, Colin.  What are you
going to name her, anyway?  Don't worry, I'll be around soon.]<<<<<
        --Heather (21:56:45/6-27-55)

>>>>>[He's going to History if he doesn't stay away from my LEG!  OW!
bLOOdy stupid beastie......]<<<<<
        --Highlander (22:00:00/6-27-55)

>>>>>[SHE, Colin, she!  And if anything happens to HER, you will
regret it!]<<<<<
        --Heather (22:02:22/6-27-55)

>>>>>[ Well, Cyberbrains, it seems like that cat has taken a liking to your
leg.  That's odd, most girls like your outrageous facial expressions. ]<<<<<
        -- Cerise <20:15:15/06-27-55>

*****Private: Bruce, BIGHORN, RedWing, Solonus, Johnson
>>>>>[Whew!  I've been having some problems...my deck screwed up, I had
a death in the family, my husband came down with the flu, and then I had
the fragging conversion problems to deal with (Bighorn, tell your rigger
to put in a better conversion utility for her drones' cameras...frag!
Those cameras are awful!).  I finally got some stuff going...no
guarantees on the quality here.  At least I did it...

(I mean, come on, even a sub-standard log system!)
+++++Upload: Video Log (Yamatetsu Run)

The setting is a building, seemingly out in the middle of nowhere.
There is a chopping noice, as if from a helicoptor; apparently, the
picture is coming from a drone.  There is a crosshairs in the middle of
the screen.

Shown on the screen are several people, strongly armed.  On the right
are two humans and an ork, all obviously armored, two carrying Smartguns
and the other with, strangely, a pole-arm.  On the left are another two
humans and an elf; one of the humans wields a Smartgun, while the other,
strangely, has black stripes on his skin, and carries himself as a mage.
The elf also seems to be a mage, wearing little obvious armor but a
duster.

A voice comes onto the camera.  "Alright, folks, what are we planning to
do here?"  It seems to come from the drone itself.

"Quiet, Lacy," says one of the humans on the right.  "Solonus has got
it."

"Alright," the elf says, "here's the plan.  Quickling said that the
place was mostly undefended...good thing.  This place used to be a
jail...a while back, Yamatetsu bought it up.  It's a minor base for
them, but they still do have the cells.  The targets are being held in a
cell somewhere in there...and we have to get them out.

"The cells are supposed to be in the northwest side.  Lacy, I need you
to go check it out with your scout drone -- there aren't any matrix
records here.  Meet back here in a few minutes."

>From the drone comes a voice.  "Got it.  Be back in a few."  The drone
raises high into the air, then heads out to the prison.  Swiftly, it
proceeds to drop into the prison courtyard, just behind a patrolling
guard.  Looking around the courtyard, a few things are obvious: the
place IS a prison, and the cells are in many cases still occupied.

On the screen a small program suddenly begins.  "Scanning: Heat Sensors.
Twelve sources of high heat"  The camera suddenly switches over to
infrared.  In the camera's view are twelve red splotches; nine appear to
be guards, but three are in cells.  "Identifying: eight human, three
ork, one dwarf."  The guards appear to be six humans and three orks; the
others are in the cells.

The drone, apparently satisfied with the findings, rises again, as the
camera switches back to normal view.  It again ducks behind the guard,
and it heads back to the team.

The team is discussing things among themselves as the drone approaches.
Lacy speaks through the speaker: "Alright.  I got the info.  Cells are
on the outer wall; there are two humans and a dwarf.  There are 8
guards nearby, I think armed with SMG's.  I'd say that only a couple of
you should go in for this..."

"I agree," says the elf.  "Bruce, come with me and Bighorn here.  Lacy,
you bring in your combat drone for defense here; the rest of you, stand
near the door for a distraction, if we need it.  I'll tell you if we
need it by the commlink.  Now, let's go."

The elf quickly casts a spell on the three men.  "This ought to get us
in fine.  Now, let's be careful with this...we look like guards.  It'll
get us in and going alright, but it's not going to be perfect.  For the
rest of you...I'll turn on the link once we're in.  It'll be one way."

The elf, one of the human Sams, and the black-striped mage all head off
towards the complex.  For about five minutes, there is silence in the
party, except for a couple of obscene jokes by one of the humans.

Suddenly, the comlink comes alive.  "Alright.  We're in.  Getting in was
a little bit of a problem; the guards wanted to question us.  Doesn't
matter.  We're in.  Now, we're heading to the cells...no questions yet.
I'm going to be quiet now..."

After about two more minutes: "Right.  There were two guards here --
SMG's, Lacy.  Anyway, we took over for them.  The prisoners are correct,
plus a dwarf that I don't know; we're going to grab him, too.

"Alright, Bruce is unlocking the doors.  Yes, it's them...we're getting
you guys out.  Follow us, but look submissive.  Right...here we come.
Yes, sir, we're moving the prisoners.  The old cells are going to be
used for something else.  No, I don't know what it is.  Mmm-hmm.  Yes.
Yes.  Excuse me, we've got to go...no, we don't have time to be stopped
here.  Yes, sir.  No, we have to get moving.  Yes...what?  Our papers?
Here, let me think...I can just tell you my number, right?
Zero-four-nine-six-seven-eight-seven-six-four-zero-*mumble mumble* GUYS,
DUCK!!  Drek!  We're caught.  We're going to need that distraction, and
we're going to need it now...I'm shutting off the link...dre..."

The link stops.  One of the humans takes charge of the group: "Right,
let's move it!"  The whole bunch heads for the complex; as they get
close, sirens are heard wailing in the compound.  From the drone Lacy
speaks: "I'm going around to cover their getting out.  You take the
front."  The drone suddenly speeds into the air, and rushes over the
compoud to what looks like a back exit, and turns.  Back at the front
gunfire is heard with the screams of death.

Within a minute, the team that went in comes fighting its way out of the
complex.  All three of the main members of the team have been hit at
least once, but are still in reasonable condition;  as for the people
being extracted, one of the women is passed out (she is being supported
by the other, younger woman) and the dwarf is limping on a shot leg.
The drone moves in to fire on the guards harassing the team; over a few
seconds, all of the guards go down.

The team rushes to the drone, and runs to the forest.  The elf yells
into the commlink: "Alright!  Get the hell out of there!"  The team then
gets a place to rest, and waits; within minutes, an armored truck comes
by, and picks up the team.
+++++End Video Log

There.  Got the thing.  It IS too bad we had to kill any guards...Yama's
still mad at us.  Ah, well.  Good work guys...and sorry about the
lateness of this fragging film.  Only a month late, or so...]<<<<<
        --  Quickling <01:08:03/06-28-55>

***** Viper Search Team Only: 101.a
>>>>>[I havvve spent the past sevvveral days checking with some of my
contacts who specialize in vvvampyre interrests...  None of them seem to
havvve seen U.V.F. in quite a while...  I should be coming back to town
vvvery soon...  Purhaps we should meet and discuss some of our leads...]<<<<<
       -- D. <09:37:14 / 06-28-55>

>>>>>[Highlander: what is this I hear about you and some feline...  I do
believvve you are starting to get soft...  When was the last time you dovvve
into a nice unsafe data store...  Or evvven went tromping through l small
jungle...  Do not worry...  I am sure it is nothing serious...]<<<<<
       -- D. <09:40:34 / 06-28-55>

***** PRIVATE: White Raven
>>>>>[ Streetspeak chummer.  Heres the biz.  I gotta matrix cowboy who
owed me a job to do some searching. I donnow whats taking him so drekking
long, but he should give me some info soon.  I've dealt with blood suckers
before, me and Decay (my katana, chummer) can take care of em if the biz
gets rough. Hopefully we can talk him into a meet with his long lost bud.
This is kinda bragging but, heres a little car vid (sorry but I just love
the drekking thing): 

+++++ Begin Video Transmission:
You see a tall man who appears to be around 35, but its been a rough 35
years. He's wearing a very worn black leather jacket and a large black
comboy hat with silverish decoration.  His skin is white as paper, and his
eyes are blocked by dark sunglasses. Behind him is a black car.  It
appears to have once been a Westwind, but that was a long time ago.  It's
engine is plainly visible, sticking out of the hood, its idleing fairly
noisily.  The car has some whisps of fire painted on it, and strange
seemingly meaningless words written all over it.  The man smiles an points
inside the car.  You see a dwarf sitting in the driver's seat, wearing
grease covered overalls.  His name, Jesus, is written on his pocket.  The
dwarf floors the gas, and the car takes off in a cloud of blue smoke. It
disappears from sight instantly... ]<<<<<
        -- Corrosion <20:16:12/06.27.55>

+++++ Begin Video Link:
The image on your screen is that of an elf of between 20-25 years. His
hair is dark brown with a reddish tint and shoulder length, spiked high on
top. Looking closely you can notice some very well- hidden cyberware.  His
accent is a pronounced European accent. 

***** Private: White Raven.
>>>>>[Hoi chummer.  It looks like were on the same team in this run and
I'm pretty new in town and my (very) limited resources have picked up
scratch about U.V.F. and these vampire-types can a bit of a bitch as I
found back home in Tir Na nOg.  Anyway, my resources need a big boost here
and so its obvious that if we pool together we all win (except perhaps
U.V.F. <grins>). I'd appreciate any news that comes your way. Sorry about
taking so long to announce my presence. Just had to cover my tracks after
*terminating* affairs with a former Tir employer.  Now I'm all
yours.]<<<<<
        -- Templar <16:33:38/29-Meitheamh-2055>

***** Private: Corrosion, White Raven, Templar
>>>>>[Recent events suggest a slight change in plan. Your primary mission
is to locate Lady Godiva and the Urban Viper of Funk. Lady Godiva should
be retrieved and brought to me. The Urban Viper is expendable, and a
bonus will be paid to your team if he is eliminated. I have reason to
believe that the couple is currently in Aztlan, near San Antonio. You
might begin your search there.<<<<<]
        --  Captain Drake <18:35:39 / 06-29-2055>

>>>>>[Sorry, I haven't been able to comment on my employee's current
whereabouts.  Sounds to me like somebody's planning an unwilling
extraction against the UB to pull Jac out.  Am I reading this
right???

Anyway, I've been trying to put together a team of my own from a pool
of contacts here in San Fran.  Anybody wants help I can try and offer
it since you people seem to be a whole lot more worried about the UB
than I am.  Hell, I was thinking about getting one of their speakers
to come to a corporate meeting.

I was thinking we could just put out a few Watcher spirits for Jac,
follow 'em and nab him.  Spirit him off to the corporate safehouse
and have my personal brain care specialist strap him into one of
those re-programming machines and wipe Jac's mind from the last few
months.

BEGIN ENCRYPT:
*****Private: Dark Angel
Thanks for the 'puter work but that's back-burnered now.  I had Spark
fire it off into one of our nodes here in the system and everything
went to shit expertly until he let loose the other frame, then
everything was as happy as a vampire in a blood bank.]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (13:52:16 / 06-30-55)

+++++ Video Link completed:
What you get on your screen is the haggard face of a sun burned white
anglo-american man with one light blond braide and two ice blue eyes. He
is clothes like a Salish tribe man, wearing a long leather coat full of
different animal symbols painted in red. He only speaks street speak.

***** PRIVATE: Templar
>>>>> [Hoi, Templar. Probably the Viper of Funk will be hard problem even for
the three of us. To convince him to meet with his friend would have been
possible, to eliminate him should need our cooperation. I suggest we meet with
Corrosion and take a trip to Atzlan, San Antonio, were he was seen. Let's hope
that he didn't mistreat the young woman. In SanAntonio I probably should be
able to find him, it's not possible from here.]<<<<<
       -- White Raven <00:46:00 am/ 06-30-94>

***** PRIVATE: Corrosion, Templar
>>>>> [Nowthat we are in Atzlan, does any of you have any contacts over here?
If no - we should search for a nice quiet place - perhaps a garbage place,
where I can try to find him. But first of all - I need a shop where they sell
krill waffles, I'm starving.] <<<<<
           -- White Raven <00:46:00 pm/ 06-30-94>

*****Private: Dark Angel
>>>>>[Yeah, okay, good enough.  Here's a bit of a ... present ...

+++++ Upload Sequence Initiated: Jacamus Psychological Profile/NSA.RESTRICT
+++++ Upload Sequence Initiated: UB Known Sites/NSA.RESTRICT

Merry Christmas...ho ho ho.]<<<<<
         --  Dark Angel <Fallen/Soul>