*****PRIVATE: Irish >>>>>[I regret that I must take my leave of ENIGMA for now to attend to personal business. I hope that our paths will cross again.]<<<<< -- Caine <18:21:35/10-13-55> >>>>>[I am relieved to see you alive. But why have you not contacted me before now?]<<<<< -- Caine <18:26:45/10-13-55> *****PRIVATE: Sherlock Holmes >>>>>[I am in need of your assistance. I need all the information you can locate on a runner known as The Chameleon. I require this information as soon as possible.]<<<<< -- Caine <18:28:15/10-13-55> *****PRIVATE: Caine >>>>>[I appreciate you engaging my services once again. I shall endeavour to do my best.]<<<<< -- Sherlock Holmes >>>>>[It took me a long time to recover. I lost several years in a corporate hospital and several more working off the debt. Where are you, so that we may connect and discuss what went wrong on the last run. I still have flashbacks...]<<<<< -- The Chameleon <23:23:56/10-13-55> *****Private: Powerhouse, Fenris, IBA, Punisher >>>>>[ Your lack of progress in the assignment I hired you for is most disappointing, I have not recieved a report from you for nearly a month. I believe that I no longer require your services, you are certainly not the professionals you claim to be. ]<<<<< -- Duncan <01:27:53/10-13-55> *****Private: Duncan >>>>>[ Since Fenris is re-routing his private mail to me presently, I believe I can at least explain this turn of events. You see, the Powerhouse is dead, and the others who were working for you are in various states of hiding and plotting revenge. Although the death was not related to the matter which you hired them to aid you in, it will substantionaly delay such project. I do have the notes Fenris made concerning the Redmond construction, which I will download to you immeadiately. +++++attach: FJN0235.txt If you wish to contact an alternative team, then it is understood, but I'm sure that Fenris at least would gladly continue investigations when this business has concluded. ]<<<<< -- Courier <01:43:29/10-13-55> *****Private: Courier >>>>>[ The facility in question will be finished construction by christmas, if Fenris cannot conclude his business by the 7th of November, I shall begin searching for another team ]<<<<< -- Duncan <01:48:18/10-13-55> >>>>>[Hi there ! I just logged in (ho gosh I hate those kboards) and saw stuff about kidnappings. Hey guys, if you happen to need a healer i'm in ! To be more specific, I know how to heal anything, even insect spirits... Someday, I'll need to explain that run !!! Snake ways are sometimes strange stranger than elven ways. BTW, I hope that you have no racism against them 'cause I learned Sperethiel a while ago in the Tir... It was *oh fuck* I am telling my life to everyone... Now, I shut my mouth off... Before having the Tir back on my back... Some ennemies are to heavy to live with... I think i said too much... can i delete my messages, Seattle Dancer ?]<<<<< - Sneaky <10-14-55/02:23:12> >>>>>[No, you cannot delete once it's typed in it's typed in... Hey I forgot to edit your flag... sorry guy !]<<<<< - Seattle Dancer <01-23-45/67:89:00> >>>>>[Fraeulein Jasmine, oh i guess that is Frau Jasmine now, congratulations, i would be happy to helping you on this thing in the penisula. It is good to hearing from you, too. Strange things are happening in Europa right now. I was hearing many rumors. I don't know to believe them or not. The strangest ones are about a group called the 'Allgemeine Bruederschaft'. You wouldn't be believing it. Maybe you and Spark and me can getting together sometime and i tell you about it. Then we can all laugh. It is very quite here since i come back. Is everyone on vacation? Hope to see you soon.]<<<<< -- Basilisk <09:44:15 GMT/14.OCT.55> >>>>>[Your fav wiz banger here commin back at ya'll screaming through the data waves . . . my I hate this typing biz, ya know, if anyone has found a spirit yet who can deck, please get around to lettin me know, I just can't stand this. *Sigh* Speaking of screaming tho, that's about all you can expect out of a one Mr. James Horn. Mr Horn, you see has been a very bad fellow, participating in two bombings -- one attempted, we'll note thanks to the good offices of Detective Kovak -- on metahumans. Anyway, he has decided to put aside his ignomious past and work under the path of enlightenment as overseen by yours truly. Mr. Horn -- did I mention that the "James Horn " printed on his identification is not his real name? The subject in question, when pressed to consider his own individuality, used the name David Lockhard. Very interesting, no? But then, howmany people could all of us point to on the street who answer to more than one name, or refuse to answer to one that is theirs, eh? So ka, this Horn/Lockard individual has proven himself to be a very unwilling subject for conversation. Believe it or not, once he came to his senses after Kovak's chastisement, he actually desired to immediately leave the hopspitality of your good author. In fact, he didn't want to talk about any of his recent actions. He's was a damnably rude individual, all things considered, and if it wasn't for a good reason that I was chattin with the white-sheet I think I would have asked that he never come back to visit. But, after I explained things to him, Lockard chap wasn't nearly so put out. He just stared at me with this empty look in his glassy eyes, and then answered any questions that I had. Damn kindly of him to do so. But when I started askin im about where 'e was from and ho 'e was workin for, then he let out one hell of a hoot and a hollerin. He cried and screamed and even begged me not to make him tell about the 'great man' who was his boss -- hell, more than his boss, the way he talked the fragger seemed to be his sunrise and sunset if you take me meaning. But, I just had to know the truth. You know me, relentless pursuer of drekheads and jerkoffs who kill little kids. So I had to explain things again to my resistant little buddy here, and he even came up with a couple names for me -- names and times, no less. First of all, our good racist brotherhood ain't quite done havin fun in downtown Chicago. It seems that on this very Sunday, a good quantity of high resin plastique will be exploding in the Church of the Whole Earth down on 68th street. Now we all know that the Church is only home to no-good metahumans and other trog- and keeb-lovers, so I imagine that the visionary Humanis organiztion won't be weepin too much at the losses. Second , he did know a couple of these others mad bombers, one of which was unquestionably doing cover work at the troll establishment that Lockard tried to hit. Now we never saw this white-sheet, and I wonder where he took off to. The names of the two blokers are Danny Ammerson and Cris Dilworth. Now here is some real bad news. The head honcho of this little demolition team -- or at least, the fella who was giving Lockard orders and supplies to blow things up -- called hisself Mr. Kinner. Now, I don't know any members of the Kinner family personally chiefly cus I ain't with the high society types of the windy city here. And to add to the confusion, Lockard never met Kinner personally--or at least, he never saw his face and knew that he was seeing it. Wiz, eh? That's about it for Lockard's fountain of knowledge. As for me, I'm planning on attending Church this Sunday, and I hope that Kovak and Zactof will be feeling sufficently healthy and pioous enough to attend. In the meanwhile, I'm gonna try to dig up everything I can on the newest add-ons to my sphincter list, the tres-chiq and tres-fruity Kinner family. Now back to your usually scheduled program. As for me, all this investigating of the inner nooks and crannies of Lockard's brain has given me one hell of an appetite. Time for some breakfast.]<<<<< -- Aerich (04:59:43/10-14-55) ***** Private: Kovak, Zactof >>>>>[ Hey, chief, you gotta anything planned for this character. He and I are getting along really fine-like, you know, but I think all this Southern hospitality is beginning to wear on the fella. And unfortunately, I don't think the evidence I could present from inside the mushy gourd he calls a brain is admissable in a court of law -- not that I was lookin forward to being in one again, anyway. So anyway, what shall I do with our mad bomber? Personally, I have some compunction against making a "final" judgement for the guy, drek-breeath tho he may be. I am not sure that there's not some way we could use the chum for our advantage, but right now I don't think I could trust him to watch my back, especially since he keeps giving me these really nasty stares like he is now...oh hell , if keeps act like such a pud, maybe a will get angry and geek him. Just kidding. Probably. So Kovak, get your silly butt outta bed and get over here <>. You figure out what to do with naptha boy. I'm tired of him.]<<<<< -- Aerich (05:10:48/10-14-55) *****Private: Kor >>>>>[Kor, I appreciate the offer. I should be in Seattle by Sunday Morning. >>>>>Got to make it out of Chicago. I've got a Ruger Thunderbolt Heavy Pistol >>>>>and two spare clips. Also an Armor Jacket.]<<<<< -- Kovak (08:13:23/10-14-55) *****Private: the Whistler >>>>>[If you got a problem with me or my friends, fine. I don't like to fight, >>>>>but if you hurt one of my friends I'll repay it ten-fold back to >>>>>you.]<<<<< -- Kovak (08:15:45/10-14-55) *****Private: Aerich, Zactof, Kor >>>>>[I'm on my way over Aerich. I just got your message. If our friend causes trouble, hit him with a baseball bat. The computers keep messing up my posts real bad. Zactof get off your ass and pick up some food on your way over. Kor I'm gonna postpone my trip to Seattle for now. Come and join us if you want.]<<<<< -- Kovak (08:56:37/10-14-55) *****Private: Kovak, Kor >>>>>[I'm comin with that pizza and my deck.]<<<<< -- Zactof (08:58:45/10-14-55) *****Private to: Basilisk >>>>>[Basilisk, luckily this "thing on the penninsula has very little (i.e. nothing) to do with the Universal Brotherhood. In fact, it involves a number of old UCAS bunkers at military establishments. Apparently, several years ago, a number of Orks from the Seattle underground moved into the old bunkers at Fort Casey (which is on Whidbey Island in the middle of Puget Sound just Northwest of Seattle.) A Bear Shaman friend of mine who happens to live in the Seattle Ork Underground has lost track of his sister who had moved to the island. So, he sent a group of Orks to investigate. The bunkers are empty and there was a strange smell all throughout. They said it smelled almost like pesticide. It is believed that the Orks who were on the island have taken up residence in the bunkers of the old fort just outside of Port Townsend which is across the sound on the Olympic penninsula. So, Barrel, my Shaman friend, went to P.T. to look. There, he found the same thing as at Fort Casey. It is my opinion that someone is forcing Orks out of their communities. Why? Is this an attempt to eradicate Orks from the face of the Earth? I don't know what your opinion is of the "awakened", but this has Humanis Policlub written all over it. Now, for the interesting thing. A fixer friend of mine was working on a Mitsubishi NightSky that a manager from Renraku brought in. When he opened the hood, a cloud of vapor came out of the sealed environment. It smelled like pesticide. He thinks there is more than a coincidence. So do I.]<<<<< -- Jasmine <08:40:00/10-14-55> >>>>>[Wow! What do you have in mind? Why do you want to meet me?! Wow! Uh, oh, this should be encrypted!]<<<<< -- Spark (10:44:00 / 10-14-55) ***** Private: Basilisk >>>>>[Where do you want to meet?! What can I bring? Is it gonna be in Seattle?]<<<<< -- Spark (10:44:12 / 10-14-55) >>>>>[For all of those interested, I think Spark just short-circuited his entire office. Sorry, Basilisk, the kid doesn't really grasp the idea of a poker face. Whenever Friday night (payday, and just coincidentally, Frypp Sec Poker Night) rolls around Spark becomes everybody's best friend. But when we play bridge on the really slow nights, nobody wants Spark as their partner. Go figure.]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (11:00:00 / 10-14-55) President Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150) *****PRIVATE: Spellsinger. >>>>>[YOU HAVE DISCOVERED A MANTIS HIVE IN SEATTLE?? My first reaction was: yeah, right. But if you're serious, you should call in the UCAS military. I hope they know how to handle a HIVE. A mantis alone means big drek, let alone a HIVE. I think the military will just nuke it. Yeah, right. Glad to be in Chicago. If you have any trouble with the Manits and need help, feel free to call me. Bugs are cool. And yes, I seem to have a death wish...]<<<<< -- Aardvark (17:43:13/10-14-55) >>>>>[I would prefer if we selected a neutral site, just in case. You may choose it if you wish. I trust you.]<<<<< -- Caine <08:55:26/10-14-55> *****PRIVATE: Kovak >>>>>[Making threats little man? I told you I was planning to stay out of this whole thing. But if you want to start something with me, you won't live to regret it. Trust me on this. I've got more resources than you could even think possible for one individual living in the shadows. Frag with me, and you die. Leave me alone, you (and your friends) live. Very simple is it not? Even an ex-cop like you should understand that.]<<<<< --the Whistler<12:34:44/10-14-55> *****PRIVATE: Aardvark >>>>>[No need to call in the UCAS military. Our group was able to (barely) handle it. Fortunately, both myself and the Whistler have had extensive experience with Insects, so we had a strategy. Wasn't exactly very fun though...]<<<<< --Spellslinger<12:45:32/10-14-55> >>>>>[Aw, not another testosterone-fest. Whistler, chill. We're all big, bad shadowrunners here. You don't need to try and impress us.]<<<<< -- Jackal <16:11:00/10-14-55> *****Private: Zactof, Aerich, the Whistler >>>>>[Look let's set this straight. You inferred that you would sell my friends out for the right price. I have a responsibility to protect these people. I still beleive in the law. I don't make threats, I promise. *****End Private: *****Barred: the Whistler Ok guys Aerich and I transported Lockhard over to the Federal Courthouse at 301 S. Clark Street. We were then advised about a Humanis march on the Courthouse set for Tuesday. Lone Star plans to put it's inexpierinced roit cops out but I'd expect one frag of a riot. If we screw up Sunday, Tuesday is bolshoi payback. I also found a Humanis bar at >>encrypted<< Rush Street. I think I may pay them a visit tonight with Aerich. Zactof will have a video of it tommorow morning. We'll find a rigger to send a drone with us.]<<<<< -- Kovak (15:30:35/10-14-55) ***** Private: Caine >>>>>[And the last two members of team Enigma part ways. Hope this personal buisness goes well for you. If you think you might want some backup, give me a call. Also, if you're in Seattle on the 31st, drop by the appartment and we'll save you some B-day cake (yes that's the 31st of Oct -- Hallowen). Good luck and keep your head down.]<<<<< -- Irish <13:46:06/14-10-55> >>>>>[ I have always like to think of it as "I am the big bad Elf Wizard, hear me roar!!!! 'meow'."]<<<<< -- Seraphy <16:40:21/10-14-55> *****Private: Quickling >>>>>[Hey! What's up? And how come you've been filling my fragging mailbox with mail lately?]<<<<< -- Solonus <20:17:35/10-14-55> *****Private: Solonus >>>>>[You're fragging back! Where the HELL have you been?]<<<<< -- Quickling <20:18:15/10-14-55> *****Private: Quickling >>>>>[Ah, come on Laura. I was gone. In Africa. Doing general magic stuff. If your brother cares, I was initiating. In the mean time, excuse me for not mailing...it WAS Africa...]<<<<< -- Solonus <20:19:11/10-14-55> *****Private: Solonus >>>>>[Africa? God, I shouldn't leave you alone for a minute. Anyway, where are you now?]<<<<< -- Quickling <20:20:20/10-14-55> *****Private: Quickling >>>>>[Chicago. I have some research to do...and some healing. Africa's a wild place, as well you know...I had a few scrapes. Ya know, general stupid stuff. A few paragiraffes, pygmies...you know, general stuff that noone knows or cares about anymore. Anyway, I'm here doing some research on totems. Gods, they had plenty of 'em down there...kindof whet my appetite. Never mess with the Rhino if you want to live...I learned that kind of thing. So I'm just hanging around here, checking out various libraries, you know the stuff...]<<<<< -- Solonus <20:22:17/10-14-55> *****Private: Solonus >>>>>[Well, at least you're alive. That's worth something. You ought to stop by some time...nice new place here. Glad to be living here in Seattle...may not be as safe, but I have more friends here. Oh, here's an idea. I assume you're staying in some stupid hotel...well, for the next few days you can go ahead and crash at my old place. I have the thing for the next while, and it's a good place anyway...head on over there. You know the security drek.]<<<<< -- Quickling <20:24:43/10-14-55> *****Private: Quickling >>>>>[Hey, thanks. It might be nice to have a decent place to crash. I know the security's good there...and, no, I'm not worried right now. Don't worry. I'm fine. I'll call you vid-phone when I get there. I assume you left the number there somewhere...]<<<<< -- Solonus <20:26:15/10-14-55> *****Private: Solonus >>>>>[Sure. Oh, and save yourself some trouble...just call >>ENCRYPTED<<. I hid that thing pretty well...]<<<<< -- Quickling <20:26:45/10-14-55> *****PRIVATE: Kovak >>>>>[Promises from an ex-cop? Please, spare me. I almost lost my real burger all over my deck. I am a business man. I once stiffed my runner friends about 2.2 million nuyen. Why? I didn't need the money. I did it because I could. The only rules and laws that I follow are the ones I make myself. And I am in a position to make them. As for your "friends" who are you referring to? Runners such as Aerich? He and I had a very good time together last weekend at Dante's Inferno. Shared war stories and information about the Brotherhood. So don't worry about him. But if you are counting trogs as your "friends", then that is a whole other story. I used to consider it sport to go down to the Barrens and kill trogs, until it became too easy. Actually, I guess it wasn't sport. It was more of an exercise in revenge...I'll only tell you one more time Kovak; don't frag with me. You have no idea what you could be getting yourself into. So just leave me alone and leave your taunts back in Chicago. Deal?]<<<<< --the Whistler<19:10:14/10-14-55> *****PRIVATE: Kovak >>>>>[And if you really must know, Lone Star DID offer me a relatively large sum to play bounty hunter and track you down. Not like it would probably be very hard. Cops have never been good at hiding. But I turned them down. Any money wasn't the reason why. So unless you keep taunting me with your so-called promises, you and your friends have nothing to fear from me.]<<<<< --the Whistler<19:17:02/10-14-55> *****PRIVATE: Jackal >>>>>[Gee, Jackal, you really must be a big-bad shadowrunner to snoop in on my private conversations. And as far as the "testosterone fest", don't worry. Not like it really should be your worry, but I think my last messages to Kovak should hopefully have smoothed things out for now. So maybe now you should "chill".]<<<<< --the Whistler<19:22:58/10-14-55> >>>>>[I won't lower myself to your level with a reply.]<<<<< -- Kovak (11:03:23/10-15-55) *****Barred: the Whistler >>>>>[Wake up and enjoy your hangovers, I'll tell a great story about last night. It starts off with Aerich and I under Rush Street. We were headed for that HUmanis bar at >>encrypted<<. Each of us were carrying frame packs loaded with C-12 and wires. I stopped when we reached the man-hole that led into the basement of the bar. Aerich looked over at me, "Kovak why didn't we just drop a Malitov in the window?" I opened up the man-hole and climbed into the basement, "That's for Tuesday. Tonight we blow up the kitchen. Hand me my pack would you?" Aerich handed up me both packs and then climbed up into the basement. "Watch the door this should take twenty minutes," ,I told Aerich as I started wiring the C-12. Aerich pulled out his H&K-227S, which by the way has a damm good laser sight, and started wacthing the door. Twenty minutes passed and then I was done, "Aerich lets go, omae." Just as Aerich got to the man-hole the door opened and two Humanis members in synthleathers came into the room with their Ares Predators. "Hey," ,the first one yelled as he fires his Ares at me. His first shot ripped through my left shoulder and out the backside. Aerich spun around and fired a burst that cutdown the first Human. Aerich then went down the hole with me right behind him. We started running as I pulled out the detonator, "Hold on to your but, this is gonna hurt." I hit the detonator and a moment later the whole tunnel shook. When we got up to the tunnel entrance, Aerich began a healing spell for my shoulder. "Aerich," , I said, " I'll meet you at your place tommorow night, then we'll go up to the church." Aerich looked up,"No problem, you bring the pizza." Great story point is Humanis and that fraghead Whistler know who we are and what we're gonna do to him. We talk about the church later monday.]<<<<< -- Kovak (11:48:13/10-15-55) >>>>>[How trite. Sink to my level? That may be the case. But then I've found that morality, Kovak, is a dangerous thing to have in this business. Maybe you need that crutch as a cop, but as a shadowrunner, things such as morality and high-brow beliefs tend to get you killed. Am I amoral? No. I am not an assassin. I am not a kidnapper. I am not robber or a burglar. Do I sometimes kill, or steal? Of course, I am a shadowrunner. But I only do those things when it is part of something greater that I actually can believe in. Do you really want to know why I didn't take the Lone Star contract to bring you back in? Because I have respect for Aerich. He a fine gentlemen with the potential to be an excellent runner. But you Kovak? It makes no difference to me. You are merely an annoyance to me, a minor glitch in an otherwise smooth business operation. If it weren't for your friends, I would have already sold you out. Just ponder that, and leave me alone. You are distracting me from making more money.]<<<<< --the Whistler<12:20:15/10-15-55> >>>>>[In the 21st Century, the future is beyond good and evil. There is no law.]<<<<< -21st Century Jesus<12:22:03/10-15-55> >>>>>[In a possibly darker vein, is it just me or has the Brotherhood suddenly gone quite on us? For a few weeks there they seemed ready for something big. But my sources haven't heard much at all over the past several days. Nothing, nada, nowhere. This has even me slightly worried. Anybody else out there hear anything? This could be very bad for me and my business.]<<<<< --the Whistler<12:39:07/10-15-55> >>>>>[ You will need to forgive my...boss I guess. He has been hitting the bottle again tonight. We did not think that he would jack into the net in that condition so we thought it would be ok to leave him alone tonight. On a whim I decided to stop by and make sure he made it to bed and I found him drooling on his turtle-deck while jacked in. He wasnt displaying on the turtle-box so I have to assume he was internally composing. I unplugged him but I dont think I stopped the message from getting out. I got him to bed but he keeps babblin' somethin' about it's not time and it's too early. He is a mess. Does anyone know what has been going on that would cause him to go this far off the deep end? He has beefed astral security to the moon and the number of greaters he has on call right now is likely WELL over his control limit. He is freakin' big fraggin' time here. ]<<<<< Sorry again, everyone. This isnt my deck so the name stamp is going to be wrong. -- Trixie