*****PRIVATE: Commander Drake, Interpol Special Operations >>>>>[Sir: We intercepted this on 10-15-55, when it triggered one of our automatic scans for the keyword "Raven". I know this particular criminal is a special concern of yours, and that her apprehension is one of your formost priorities. With that in mind, I thought you should see this as soon as possible. ++++ Include: Recorder_Log.08:39:56/10-18-55 Interior of a small aircraft-a turboprop from the engine noise. Four people in the uniforms of Mitsuhama Security are scattered about the cabin. Two anglos, a large male with short black hair, and a lithe blonde female, are going over what looks to be a building schematic. A male elf with white hair is cleaning a disassembled M-100. Another elf is loading an ammo clip with bullets-explosive-tipped from the red stripe around the propellant block. At the far end of the cabin are two people in street clothing: a young amerind kneeling in some kind of martial arts-looking posture, and a scruffy- looking anglo in an O.D. green trenchcoat. Another person seems to be holding (wearing?) the camera. "Camera's on, guys. Don't pick your nose or anything." The pilot's voice comes over the intercom, saying, "The tower's cleared us to land. We'll be on the roof in ten minutes." The anglo woman takes a small plastic case from her jumpsuit's breast pocket. "I have Japanese language and MTC profile softs and for those with chipjacks," she says, "But I'd rather not rely on them. Does anyone beside me speak enough to get by?" No one says anything. "Alright, then let Jackal-" she indicates the other anglo "-and I do the talking once we're inside. If we're challenged, don't speak at all unless you're spoken to. If you are, remember your fake ID's and REMEMBER the family name comes first! 'Hai' is yes, and 'ie' is no. Hopefully, that's all we'll need." "Hey, Ice," the male elf interrupts. "How come Nex, Blondie and I have the same family name?" "Because you're all elves," she answered. "Under Japanese law all metahumans lose their family standing and are assigned the family name Kawaru-it means 'the changed'". "They have this drek they call the 'Racial Purity Doctrine,'" Jackal adds. "Rasist slots." The intercom sounds again, "We're down. Ready to cycle ramp." "This is it," Ice says. "Stay in formation, don't talk at all, and look serious. The Japanese are big on discipline and conformity. If Jackal's decker friend comes through, we can walk in, take the place of Raven's guards, and get back on the roof before anyone realises what's happened." "Calvin will come through. If he doesn't, y'all can rip my arms off. I'm that sure." "Haven't we heard that before?" asks the anglo in the trenchcoat. "Jeez, Six Pack. You're never gonna let me forget that, are you. Duster, lower the ramp while I still have an ego." ++++ BLOCK.DELETE 9mp The 'guards' arrive at a waiting room, walking in stiff formation. Jackal, in the lead, says, "This is it. Raven's in that room, along with a bigwig company guy. Just act natural, wait to escort her back to her cell...." "And stand up straighter, you slots," Ice adds. "Guards get docked a month's pay if they're caught slouching. Play the part." After a moment the door opens, and Raven comes out. She walks with a slight limp and keeps her left hand in her jacket, but otherwise doesn't appear to be harmed. With her is an elderly Japanese human. "I am glad we could arrange an equitable solution, Ms. Kushiko. And once again, please accept our regrets for your mistreatment this past month....and these past six years. Guard-" "Hai, Sakura-sama?" Jackal answers instantly. "Take special care of my guest here. Please escort her to the penthouse suite on the 67th floor." "Hai, Sakura-sama." They exchange bows-Raven's noticably deeper-and Mr. Sakura returns to his office. As soon as he's gone, Raven turns on her rescuers. "Christ, Jack! What are you doing! "Keep your voice down. 10 minutes and we're outa here." "I can't leave! It would be an unpardonable insult. I've finally gotten this problem worked out. If I leave now, it'll all fall apart again." "Raven, LISTEN TO ME. We can get Dante-IF we do it now, while he's vulnerable. He got his butt kicked in the matrix by Nightstalker, Spirit, and some others. We'll never have a better chance." "Honor aside, Sakura will personally rip me a new asshole if I walk out on him. He's gone a long way to repay me for the insult to my honor by his subordinate. Besides, why do you give a shit? You said yourself, it's not your fight." "It is now. Cat Dancing is missing." "WHAT?" "Keep your voice down! she disappeared while we were planning this little excusion. Just stopped answering her mail. It's gotta be Dante." "Are you sure Dante's behind it? Not Tir Tairngire or Tir na n'Og?" "It's definately not Tir Tairngire," one of the elves puts in. "Or TNO," Jackal adds. "Nor, from what you've said, is it likely to be Mitsuhama. And Duster's sources say it wasn't the Sioux. That's all of her enemies and yours. It has to be Dante." "Alright. Let's go. Once we're in the air I'll email an apology to Sakura, and trace Dante." ++++ Endof: Recorder_log.08:39:56/10-18-55 ]<<<<< Lt. G. Haugrim <21:30:33/10-20-55> Interpol Computer Crimes Division >>>>>[Dante. I'm coming for you. Ponder thou this mid-night dreary, Spent in battle, weak and weary, O'er all the wronging thou hast done. Now shall come a rapping, tapping, Tapping at your chamber door. Then afrighted shalt thou be, Thy destiny comes at last to thee. Be thou chilled unto the marrow, Cry out "Wence surcrease from sorrow?" Thine answer lies in rapping, tapping, tapping at your chamber door: Quoth the Raven, Nevermore.]<<<<< -- Raven <"God's Justice be done"/Dumas> *****Private: Solonus >>>>>[Hey, I haven't heard from you for a few days. What's up?]<<<<< -- Quickling < 14:11:33/10-20-55 > *****Private: Quickling >>>>>[Nothing that you'd worry about. Research is doing fine...gotten plenty of good stuff done. Kindof freaky, though...God, there are a lot of totems out there. Interesting stuff. Strangest have been the insect shamans, of course. I've been dedicating re- search to them. Strange fraggers. I picked up some reports from government captured insect shamans...nice stuff. Scary that they believe it, but nice. Ah, well. Picked up a new computer. Pretty nice thing, too...best cyber-terminal I could find. Cost a lot, but then again the speed is nice, and I like the amount of memory... Beyond that, not much has happened. I decided to leave your apartment a few days ago, and I'm staying over in a hotel. Next to a Universal Brotherhood temple...pretty strange, that. They do have some pretty nice research facil- ities, though. Hmm. Strange. Well, hopefully I'll be seing you some time soon. If you want to call, the LTG's >>>ENCRYPTED<<<.]<<<<< -- Solonus <21:21:21/10-20-55 > *****Private: Solonus >>>>>[Sounds busy out there. Really busy. I'll call in a tick, just let me log out...]<<<<< -- Quickling < 21:22:15/10-20-55 > >>>>>[ Oh no..... +++++Patch: Live newsfeed (The incredibly beautiful Teresa Holdings, blonde hair, blue eyes, reporter for WHAM Action News appears in mid sentence) ... Brotherhood chapterhouse was attacked tonight, when Vanessa Walsh, a known international terrorist drove a mini bus laden with degenerating nerve toxins through the side of the building. Luckily the hospital clinic, the furthest portion of the building from where the vehicle hit, was evacuated before the deadly toxins penetrated it, but others in the building weren't as lucky. Early reports indicate that only one UB member from the rest of the entire building escaped alive, it is estimated that almost 100 members of the Universal Brotherhood, died as a result of the toxins. The UCAS military, has moved quickly in sealing off the area, with all 300 troops, including special response units currently monitoring the situation, in a WHAM action news special, we have General Kyle Williams, commander in chief of the UCAS forces on site. (Into camera comes a middle age, but athletic man, in full dress uniform, he has piercing eyes, and seems somewhat annoyed at Ms. Holdings) Teresa: General, what exactly is the situation here? Kyle: Well, it appears that the toxins were well contained, we have had minimal leakage, with only 5 deaths outside the building, all squatters in the adjacent building, we are monitoring the toxin levels, and it has returned to just above normal, we stress that there is no leakage risk, and all toxin levels are now at a safe level. Teresa: Have you caught the terrorist involved? Kyle: The rumour that one person escaped the building is true, and we have been unable to find Ms. Walsh's body, however an official contact from the UB petitioning us for access to the building added that the chapterhouse manager, who was the escapee, carried out Vanessa Walsh, for the purpose of handing her over to the authorities, she has, however died. Teresa: The Universal Brotherhood wants access back to the building? Kyle: Yes, as soon as possible, to 'properly care for the dead remaining inside', I see no reason to deny it. (At this stage two dark suited gentleman approach, you cant make out their features well) Mr X.: You have one now, FBI (he flashes identification), we are in charge now. Keep this area sealed, we have a toxin specialist en route, we want this area totally secure. +++++End live feed .... they got SpotOn, it can't be!!!! ]<<<<< -- Courier <23:17:28/10-20-55> >>>>>[ NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ]<<<<< -- Cerise <23:00:00/10-20-55> >>>>>[No. Not another one. Not Vannessa. No, no.........Why did she do it? Fenris, why did she do it?!]<<<<< -- Highlander (23:05:24/10-20-55) >>>>>[I don't have much time unmonitered. I need out. West of Detroit. In Jackson. Ceals Corp. Extraction wanted!]<<<<< -The Unknown <02:37:37/10-21-55> >>>>>[Doesn't anyone use time/date stamps anymore? Or is it just us turtles doing thamturgical research?]<<<<< -- Spellslinger(01:13:58/10-21-55) *****PRIVATE: The Unknown >>>>>[I can be there soon. What kind of resistance are we looking at?]<<<<< -- Spellslinger(01:22:34/10-21-55) >>>>>[984928 fh ief 92u5 9u()#$#hr nifn *)f *[REDACTED] at [fn] )@$ )#NFIWER( RHJ#(#! )I oh drek it's huge 893*#@($@JKFNMEL'help *****AudioVisual Upload: Lucifer -- Begin A tremendous beast with three distorted, bloated faces, eyes trickling thin streams of bloody pus, stands gruesomely in digital space, surrounded by a horde of demonic creatures. Its six leathery wings beat slowly, casting up a veil of foully smelling air, rank with death and decay and excrement. It moves shufflingly, carried about on two hideously strong goat legs, tearing the very fabric of the matrix with its clawed double arms. *****AudioVisual Upload: Lucifer -- End frag got to#*($@find out#(JKS what this thing i*392s *****hyperlight/DAConstruct 342.4:WARNING: Persona Damage *****Execute: Gargoyle's Eyes...scanning... ***** Gargoyle's Eyes/Exit -1 / Infinity Exemption *****RExec: Gargoyle's Eyes...scanning... ***** Gargoyle's Eyes/Exit -1 / Infinity Exemption *****RExec: Gargoyle's Eyes...scanning... ***** Gargoyle's Eyes/Exit -1 / Code Failure shit#J4j()*DF0923i cant #*($[REDACTED] at [Nscan] it*#(@$[REDACTED] at [NKDthis] is notw8(#$U@(Jgood.#U$@.. *****Execute: Gargoyle's Eyes...scanning Demon...TENTATIVE IDENTIFY ***** Gargoyle's Eyes/Report: Demon is black IC *RESPAWN* kejr90#*@()$*)#( *****hyperlight/DACon#U$(ct 3%2.4:WARNING: Critical Damages/Autojack Engage ***Sender Jacked Out***]<<<<< -- Chri#sto(her Ta3rle0on *****Private: Tarkis >>>>>[Mornin, Bro. Sorry for the delay, we had a minor problem. So what did mom and dad say when you disappered. After I left, I managed to make it Chicago and get hired by Lone Star. Now I get to blow things up or disarm explosives. I'm a little shadowrunner now. I'll arrange a meet later. I got some things to do this afternoon.]<<<<< -- Kovak (08:23:45/10-21-55) >>>>>[Omigod, I wanna die. This feels like the worst hangover I've ever had. I've suddenly come to the horrible revelation that I've never been on a real, ocean-going ship before. DA, the captain says we should hit Seattle sometime tomorrow night. Probably late. Bring a really huge bottle of Dramamine. Oh, yeah, the ships Matrix uplink is good enough to get mail out. As if you couldn't - LINK TERMINATED AT SOURCE]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (11:00:00 / 10-21-55) >>>>>[Karen says she can make you feel better.]<<<<< -- Christopher Tarleton >>>>>[Jeezuz DA, I'm in no condition to even think about THAT! +++++ SLEEP +++++ DURATION: 00:05:03.27 +++++ UP Oh, man, I think I just puked up my appendix....]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (12:05:23 / 10-21-55) *****Private to: Freddy Frypp >>>>>[*laughter* Hang on a sec here, Patricia's trying to get my attention. +++++ Pause: 6 hours 11 minutes 32.93021 seconds Um, she got it. Sorry. Um...yeah, well, we're waiting for you. Should I get a doc to replace your appendix?]<<<<< -- Christopher Tarleton >>>>>[I just saw something very strange in the Matrix, here. It was looking like a huge daemon, with three heads. I kept away, but i thinking it must be powerful it be so big. Also it has very good details, not good looking, but good made. Does someone know what this is?]<<<<< -- Basilisk <18:14:22 GMT/21.Oct.55> >>>>>[Basilisk, keep away from that thing. It seriously hurt me, and I advise that ANYONE WHO SEES IT STAY FAR AWAY.]<<<<< -- Christopher Tarleton *****Private to: Dark Angel >>>>>[Initate Operations Protocol Epsilon.]<<<<< -- Time/Date Missing >>>>>[C'mon, DA, it hurts to laugh.... You shouldn't be called Dark Angel, you should be called the Rabbit or something. Jeezuz, don't you two ever stop to eat? Waitaminnit, I don't wanna know...I think I'm gonna be sick again.]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (13:19:31 / 10-21-55) *****Private to: Freddy Frypp >>>>>[Let's remember to shove private tags on our messages, shall we? From what I hear, you and Karen "got off" pretty well.]<<<<< -- Christopher Tarleton >>>>>[Hey, folks. You may not believe this, but I'm having to use a tortoise! Of course, that may be nothing compared to what's happened. I'm sitting here in a hospital room at the Mayo Clinic. I guess I've been here for a few weeks, but I don't remember much of them. Last I remember was that I was buried in all this rubble, and then....someone rescued me. And now, I'm here, recovering pretty well. I have remarkably few scratches and bruises for having gone through what I did. In fact, I'd be able to just count my blessings and go back to business as usual if it weren't for one thing. Guys.....all my cyberware is gone. It's as if I had never had surgery since the day I was born.]<<<<< --Tech<13:27:45/10-20-55> ***** Private: Chris Tarleton >>>>>[Well, if you insist. Even though I think the world should really hear what kind of manias you have. I'm shocked that you would even suggest such a thing! A gentleman would never discuss such events! But, then, when was the last time anyone accussed me of being a gentleman??? Hold on, I gotta run. - LINK TERMINATED]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (13:30:00 / 10-21-55) >>>>>[ooooooooooooooooooooo.....my....achin....head..... Man, that was really fraggin unpleasant. And we had the advantage too...... For those of ya who want to skip the download, Dante's dead. Raven did the killin herself, kinda poetic justice, I thought. But I doubt that any of us will ever hit the Shattergraves again, which are now the Atomizedgraves, at least where Dante's fraggin bunker was. And it was a bunker, too.... Well, I'll let the download from his own cameras tell the story. Just so ya know, the asian looker with the broken arm is Raven, the youth in the synthjeans is Cyberpunk, the suited chum is David Etherial, the tall blond elf with the greeeeen eyes is STREETWOLF, the wall with the HMG and horn is CRUSH, the suited dude who runs like the fraggin wind is Lister, the wizzer in the longcoat is Claw, AJ is the figure in the sneaksuit with the bow, Diana is the one in all black with the holes instead of eyes, the token dwarf is Irish, the second tallest person with the flame red hair who looks like a simstar(sigh...) and death warmed over at the same time is Roxey, and I'm the second shortest one wearing black with the blood red eyes. Oh, by the way, I'm Slash. And another thing.... The black guy is known here as The Baron, but his(its?...ok, his) name is Micheal S. Baron. The one that you catch a glimmer of from time to time is Shral'thala, and the last one is MaxiMillion, blippin in and out. So here we go... +++++Engage DANTE_PHYSICAL.DEATH_of_DANTE;audio/video download Your perceptions fade to black, and then fade back up as your sensory gear adjusts to the darkness and the lightness at the same time. You also know that if you keep seeing through about 20 different cameras and hearing through about 400 ears, you're going to go irretrievably insane. Luckily, just as you reach to your deck to hack stuff out, things clear up and most of the inputs get hacked out by an external editor. Much better. Still, it takes you a little time to get used to seeing the outside, in concurrent thermographic, low-light, and ultrasonic, while it is obviously dark out, and seeing the inside of Dante's bunker. And it is quite a bunker. If you thought his Seattle squat was a fort, then this is The Hole. Those of you with knowledge of The Noose recognize from buildings that this is the NE corner of the Shattergraves. Not a nice place to live, unless you're a ghost or a ghoul. And since you well know Dante is neither, you are beginning to wonder what kind of power over them he might have... If you're unlucky, or rather if the attackers are, they might find out. Inside the bunker is concrete, apparently prestressed reinforced concrete with ballistic composite insulation on the inside. It would take several kilograms of C12 to get through this stuff. Or a really nice and powerful spell, of course. >From the outside, you count some 10 well concealed airshafts. The only thing you notice that gives away their location is a small subsonic whine and a moderate draft away from the shaft. But you also notice something glinting off the red firelight(from the still standing buildings around the 'Graves)...monowire. If that's all Dante has, he's going to get himself geeked, but knowing Dante, that isn't exactly likely. You also see a concealed entrance off near the edge of the rubble, but some weird shapes are all around it.....hmmmm, the look like....toasters. Huh? The camera pauses long enough in its scan that you notice they say "Magnatech" on them. Whatever... Inside the bunker is another story. There are sentry guns all over the place, a few roving armed drones, and some other things you can't quite identify. Severe security for the 'Graves, but you guess that these will pretty much guarantee that the ghouls will leave you alone. From the cameras you see some 8 major rooms. Two appear to be totally barren, another has a good sized generator, another has drones, another is full of papers and has what looks like a bank vault door for an entrance. The other three, however, are rather more interesting. One is living quarters. A desk, bookshelves, a bed, and a closet are all that adorn it. Dante certainly doesn't believe in pampering himself. The second has 5 banks of computer storage devices. The third and most interesting is also the largest. It is full of 5 giant computers and a simple desk. 5 CPUs, all in a single place. What the frag is Dante using that much processing power for? But the desk is the most interesting feature. A rather large and complex deck is sitting there, but there is also a person, a human, jacked into the deck and running on full cybernetic interface. He is the only person you have seen during the entire download, so he must be Dante. So this short, rather unimposing person is the "great" Dante, wannabe Destroyer of Worlds and the original "thug with a deck." Brown hair, about 1.4m and 54kg, eyes closed but twitching as if he were asleep. You notice a vidscreen on the deck, and it shows a cluttered desk covered with old time calipers, various blueprint sketches, and geometric patterns. It also shows four other icons that appear to be a ninja, a fantasy based thief, a multileveled cyborg, and a death figure, all somewhat mutated and dirty from penetrating Dante's system and his system sculpting. They appear to be communicating with Dante in his system, and you suddenly see blurry combat engage. You'd love to watch more and see the outcome, but other things are happening. A figure has appeared on one of the cameras. You recognize it as a short human dressed in night camo with an unusual red glint off his eyes. Must be Slash. He's apparently convinced the others that he'd be most useful dropping in for a surprise alone, and since he's not wearing any really heavy armor, you suspect that he's the only one who can get in through one of the airshafts. As you watch Slash carefully approach one of the shafts, well off the East, you also see more figures appear. One is moving as if in some form of powered exoskeleton. Lister is moving very slowly, very deliberately, apparently scanning the ground for traps and mines. You see him stop, point to the strands of monowire and the first few claymores around the main entrance. The rest of the team fans out and surrounds what appears to be the perimeter of the defenses, being very cautious. Until you hear a rather loud explosion off in the east. The camera can't see Slash. It knows he's there, or was. Claymores have a kill zone of over a hundred meters. If he was in that cone of effect... Nope, there he is, crouched down behind some debris, looking rather pale and muttering under his breath something about "TOO fraggin close..." You see him rise again, pick up a rock, and throw it into the airshaft monowire perimeter. Nothing. He rises, crouches low, and bellycrawls up, under the monowire, and well inside the monowire, about halfway to the shaft, stops suddenly. He pulls out his knife and grabs a rock. You see him play with his knife around his other hand and then put the rock on top of something. Looks like a two-step anti-personnel mine. Not nice. Not nice at all. He smiles something of a rueful little smile, shimmies to the side, and gets to the shaft with little additional difficulty. Looking down the shaft, Slash drops a small rock down it and apparently sees something he doesn't like. He goes back for the mine and after some digging and partial disarming, he safely removes it. Now, where the frag did he learn to disarm mines, you wonder. He lays down at the shaft, pulls out a kit of some kind, and rewires the mine, then turns and drops it down the shaft, ducking away. BOOOOOOOOMMM! Slash smiles, looks down the shaft again, and then pulls out some climbing gear and disappears into the shaft. While this was going on, the rest of the group, including Raven, Diana, Cyberpunk, AJ, Claw, STREETWOLF, David Etherial, CRUSH, Irish, Roxey, and Lister, has been working very hard at a way through Dante's mine system. Frag, Lister seems to be indicating that he even has anti-tank mines around his entrance! This bespeaks some serious paranoia. Unfortunately, this is when the first group of others shows up. A troop of ghouls, obviously drawn by the sound of the dual explosions, nears until numerous weapons are lowered and the 8 of them decide that they would really like to live to see another night. The 11 of them are apparently getting rather annoyed and impatient and finally STREETWOLF just goes and flames the entire area with his flamethrower spell. After giving warning, of course. Numerous explosions sound off and everything in the area that was flammable or explosive, including all the mines, is toast. They advance carefully up to the entrance. Lister mentions that it appears a little warmer than it should, but isn't quite sure why until just before CRUSH reaches down and grabs it. Lister screams "POWERED!!!", but too late. CRUSH grabs the grating that covers the entrance and stiffens violently, beginning to spasm as some 20000V course through his armor and him. Almost simultaneously, both MaxiMillion and The Baron appear out of nowhere and physically disengage CRUSH from the life-threatening voltage. The Baron returns to complete the job, taking his ebony bone cane that suddenly looks more like a saw, and cuts it off. It must be nice for astral beings, being immune to electrocution. The rest of the team, seeing one of their members down already, is hesitant, but Irish and AJ take the lead, followed by STREETWOLF and Diana. Lister, seeing that his friend is coming out of the shock under the expert care of two magicians and a free spirit, follows, followed by Cyberpunk in his jeans and Raven with her left arm in her pocket. The look on her face lends itself to little interpretation beyond total seriousness and dedication. None of her energy seems to be wasted, and she looks as if she's been through hell to get here. After them comes Etherial, followed by Roxey and Claw and then CRUSH takes up the rear with a somewhat dazed "CRUSH ok." Back on the Dante camera, you see Dante is still fighting rather hard. It's amazing that he's lasted this long. He must have some kind of unusual trick up his seemingly infinitely long sleeve. Until you notice something happening, and Dante suddenly spasms backward, falling from the chair and hitting the floor hard. It looks like a rather unpleasant form of dump shock, so he's literally out of it for a while. But you also lose the vidscreen, so you don't know what's going on in the system anymore. Oh well. The Matrix team did their major job, which was distracting Dante enough for the physical team to get into the complex, if not all the way to Dante himself. He seems to be coming out of his shock, shaking his head, and then jumping up, rushing over the central CPU, and activating something on it. You hear, from the audio pickups, the following: "Lockdown CPU control--Shutdown." Dante "Password: ........ confirmed. Internal Control 'Shutdown' shunted to terminal #1, external--No internal status control granted." Back to the attackers. Slash appears to still be in the airshaft, since he has yet to appear in any of the internal cameras and the external camera has the line still shaking from time to time, once it even shakes semi-violently for a couple of seconds. You suspect that Slash ran into some form of trouble, but you have no way of telling what it is. The other 11, however, are all now inside a very thin corridor, just wide enough for two normal sized people to squeeze through, or one extra-large person, assuming they aren't too tall. CRUSH, you notice, has to stoop over in order to move through the corridor at all. The team moves about 10m until suddenly something happens to Irish, something totally unexpected. The corridor suddenly fills with a dull red glow, and Irish dives backward into AJ and Diana. "Two-step laser. Nearly fragged me. It should be low enough to pass through safely now that it pulsed into my leg" and you see a rather deep cut in Irish's armor, deep enough that it had to have cut his shin to the bone, yet he doesn't even seem to feel it. "Allow me", and AJ puts a fetching of one of his arrows into where the laser pulsed out of. ZAP! and the fetching has a really slagged down look to it. Apparently it isn't a two-step laser, but rather a full time lethal setting laser. "Hold it, Dad..." says Diana as she closes here eyes and casts some spell into the area of the laser, and a deepening gloom and mist appears in the area, reflecting the laser light just enough to make it visible. Wow. Expensive system. The laser literally covers the corridor from wall to wall, floor to ceiling, in an impassable system of interlocking grids and reflective surfaces. You see Lister in his armor raise his HMG and start shooting at the junctions where the beams reflect, blasting them one at a time. A time consuming job, but the only safe way to get by the laser. After about 30 seconds of this, they move on. On another camera, you start to hear squeaking and see dust falling through a grate. Then you hear the familiar "bzzzzt!" of an electrified grating and a not-so-quiet "drek!", followed by a sudden explosion of light and smoke, temporarily obscuring the camera's vision. When the air has thinned, you see Slash crouching in the corner wearing a chem mask, and a circular pattern of melted metal plus the remains of the electrified grid on the floor under the airshaft. You recognize this place as the vault, full of toasters and file drawers. Also added to the mess is a bunch of corpses that look roughly like Devil Rats that have been either electrocuted, bored with cauterizing laser fire(more lasers?), or shot. Seeing that Slash has pulled out a hypo and is injecting himself with something, probably an anti-viral of some kind, you suspect that he's been bit a few times. Slash proceeds to scan around the room, heading over to the files, opening a few. As he flips through the files, you notice that his face has grown even more serious, then ashen, and finally deathly pale. You even hear him mumble to himself "Maxim.....The Org.....Aztechnology......Moriarity...... Solitaire.....Collussus.......Me!" as he reads headings on the files. "Drek, gotta tell the crew and destroy these..." Back in the corridor, the crew has bypassed the laser system and hit another obstruction: an elevator. It's up and open, but whether this is a good thing or not has yet to be determined. Irish and AJ both approach very carefully, checking it for traps. The only thing they notice is a set of unusual looking vents. "There's only room for the first 4. Looks like a gas-trap set- up. Masks, everyone." Irish says to those individuals who, unlike him and everyone else in heavy armor, needs one. Irish, AJ, STREETWOLF, and Diana enter the elevator, staying close to the edges where, if the floor falls out on them, they can hold on to the handles. The doors shut, and you lose visual. Apparently Dante didn't add a camera to his elevator. The elevator drops away and then stops, sounding stuck between the floors. What's that whine? Pumps? Gas....must be. "Air.....going.......holding breath......losing consciousness...." Something's wrong. That voice sounded like Diana's when it started, but now sounds like she'd just inhaled helium. Drek. Something is going down, and Lister knows it. He pulls back his hand while Roxey and Claw rush forward to try and spell the elevator door down. Roxey gets there, and casts a spell.....or tries to. Something is wrong here too. "No mana... The background count's to high.. FRAG I'm a fraggin MUNDIE here!" and Claw is looking at her rather oddly, then shakes his head, and turns to the task at hand. Between his spells and Listers armored fists, the door is very quickly opened. CRUSH isn't very happy, not being in the thick of things, but all you hear is damped mumbling through his armor. Just as the door opens, something happens and AJ's head appears, gasping for breath. "cut...the...hoses......vacuum.....pump...." and he can't say any more. He's not looking very well, although still alive. Lister literally jumps down the shaft and you hear a moderate reverb of "nice hole in the roof you got here, AJ. Cut it with your spurs, I see..." followed by several pings and the whoosh of air pressure being released. Back in the central CPU area, in response to Dante's typed commands, you hear the following: "Activation sequence, final debug.....check, no bugs found" "Compiling....compiling........compiling complete. Lucifer v3.4 ready for activation." On the document screen, you see Slash working away on the vault door, from the inside. He's got some kind of torch or something, maybe even thermite, and he's literally melting the bars of the door. Looks like Dante never expected a concerted attack from this side of the door.... Poor planning. Something strange is happening though...almost as if Slash is fighting something that you can't see. You hope he's ok, as your attention is drawn back to the external monitors again. More people, this time in very different outfits. You see two groups....and you guess some 20 people. Their armor and movements suggest military or mercenary training, and their weaponry suggests some severe fundage to throw around on the best weapons money can buy. On another screen you see six more figures, but they have a very different bearing about them. These 6 move as one unit that has trained and worked together for years. And the way they stick to the shadows as if the sky could sweep down and carry them off like a hawk does to a squirrel speaks more than anything about their origins. A runner group. Not affiliated with those who want Dante dead, perhaps even opposed. Time shall tell. The mercs(you can see the MET2000 insignia on their armor now) are carefully approaching the entrance, checking for unexploded mines and further traps, even though they seem aware of the fact that there are others within the bunker. Two by two they enter and begin following the group, making virtually no sound whatsoever, even in their armor. Checking the other runners again, you notice that they are dropping into a second airshaft, one by one, on lines. They seem to have disarmed or avoided the defenses with amazing speed. They fall out of site. Looking back at Slash, you see him perfectly happily if intently cutting away at the vault, and he appears to be almost done. Back in the corridor, now below the elevator, you see the group, two of them red faced and suffering from what appear to be bloody noses, maybe even a trickle of blood from the ears. Diana and STREETWOLF appear to be suffering from sudden depressurization. Both are recovering, mostly from the lack of oxygen in the elevator. Roxey, who now has her Ruger pistol ready, and Claw are moving up to take their place, as Lister takes the lead this time. They gradually move forward, carefully, until they reach a small pool of tepid, stagnant water. Shral'thala, who is on Astral patrol, suddenly appears out of nowhere as Lister is about to step into it. Lister disappears as the pool lurches up and engulfs him. Claw's ally, disappears back into the Astral plane and the spirit, now covered with a sheen of oil slick and dripping corrosive liquid on the concrete floor, begins to lurch about, attacking something that you cannot see. Within it you see movement and thrashing as Lister is trying really hard to escape from it's destructive grasp. You hear "MAX!!!!" screamed in a feminine voice, and almost as quickly as it had happened, the spirit disappears, leaving Lister fighting with something that he has no way to contact anymore. His beautiful armor will take some repair and cosmetic touching up now, but its performance seems to be the same as before. "Max's is helping, and Micheal is too. Let's get the frag out of here!" and Roxey takes the lead. Almost straight to her grave. Four meters up the corridor Roxey gets before Irish, who had avoided most of the effects of the elevator, leaps forward past a still dazed Lister and carries Roxey another 4 meters past. They both land hard on the ground, with Roxey on top of Irish. Just as they had been able to do so, a massive empty square falls just behind the pair and crashes to the floor. Claw, still behind it, takes a really close look at it, looks up at his friends and says "monogrid." Roxey, sitting up now, says "Yeah, it makes julienne fries too..." How she can say that when she nearly died is amazing, but it helps break a little tension. She smiles and then she, Irish, Claw, and Lister pick up the weighted grid and move it off to the side where it can be passed. They then move forward more and pass the current camera's line of sight. Switching to another camera you see that the group is having very little trouble, although they are certainly being more careful now. They get about halfway through a small area when suddenly two massive glass barriers slam down in the middle of the group and the area between them begins to fill up with gas. It has caught Cyberpunk, Raven, and Etherial in it's grasp, all of which were wearing masks. CRUSH rumbles up on one side and starts chopping away at the glass with his paired katanas while Lister starts blowing away at the glass with his HMG. Lister is literally doing absolutely nothing to the glass, although CRUSH appears to be. That's when you notice another enemy appearing down the corridor: a small, armed drone. Claw also notices it and literally destroys it with a spell, cooking off something in the drone that turns into a violent fireball expanding toward the far off security door and toward the group. "FRAAAAAGGGGGGGG!!" is the only thing that you hear before the roar of the explosion reaches the camera and overwhelms the audio sensors. You do, however, still see the determined efforts of CRUSH as he finally throws his body against the glass and crashes it inward. Seeing that the three inside are all fine and wearing their masks, CRUSH starts again on the other pane of glass. On another camera, you see that Slash has finally broken out of the document vault and is hugging the wall for some reason. You aren't sure why, and still aren't when he reaches up with his tools and begins to work on something on the ceiling. As he works, your camera dies and you lose the feed. CRUSH has finally got through the second pane of glass and you see group members treating each other for burns and shrapnel wounds, all luckily minor in nature. They advance to the ruins of the drone and suddenly Cyberpunk drops with a pattern of 5 holes in his right chest and arm. Immediately following is Diana, collapsing on a leg that suddenly decided to nearly explode. People literally dive and duck for cover, unable to see what is firing at them through the smoke and haze. Shooting back carefully, aiming carefully, they shoot in a manner that should kill anything that was in the area. Lister decides that whatever it was, it's dead now, and stands up, only to have some 10 rounds impact violently on his armor and literally throw him back to the ground. From looks, a few rounds penetrated the armor, but not many. You hear the cough of grenades firing down the corridor and then almost feel the concussion of them going off at the end. IPEs by the sound of them, and then nothing. CRUSH, with his shield now off his back and in hand, moves forward only to have armor piercing slugs smack into his shield and force him back. Some of them were literally piercing his shield, although not his armor. "CRUSH no like big gun. Grenade no kill big gun. CRUSH confused... Grenades no kill?" AJ, who has been tending to Diana and Cyberpunk, both of whom are pretty badly hurt, says "Fuck this. Out of my way, CRUSH." "CRUSH no want AJ get hurt. CRUSH pick up AJ to keep him from get hurt." "CRUSH, I'll heal. Now get out of my way." "CRUSH no move. CRUSH like AJ." With the standing of CRUSH to block AJ from moving, you see AJ pop his spurs and for a second it looks like AJ is going to attack CRUSH. Until AJ takes his spurs and dramatically puts them through the edge of CRUSH's shield, implying what would happen to CRUSH if he stood in his way much longer. "CRUSH impressed! AJ strong. AJ and CRUSH should play kick the Americar and go-ganger baseball together!" "Sure thing, CRUSH. Just let me get by you, ok? Or I'll move you." What? An average build human moving a 3m troll? Heh...not likely....but then again, you see AJ retract his spurs, reach forward, and brace himself. CRUSH, obviously knowing something that maybe you don't, shuffles over as far as he can and AJ squeezes by. "Thanks, CRUSH." AJ unslings his bow, nocks an arrow, and looks down a scope of some kind. As he adjusts his aim slightly and lets fly, he gets raked from left shoulder to right hip with armor piercing ammo. You hear a sudden CLANG as his dikoted arrowhead penetrates something, and the gunfire stops suddenly, even before AJ hits the ground. Claw and STREETWOLF tear up, heedless of the fact that something might still be capable of shooting, and they begin healing on AJ. Somehow AJ is still conscious and complaining loudly. "OOOOOOOOOhhhhhh, that fucking HURTS!!! Lay off me! I'll heal! Move, move, move!!! I'll catch up!" The rest of the group except Diana take off carefully until they reach a door. Directly over the door is an ARES Sentry gun system, barrel blown open totally from backblast, and a black arrow stuck down what is left of the barrel. Lister and STREETWOLF dig into the door, getting it down really quickly, only to have a rather large stream of flame emerge. Another camera shows you what the source was, specifically a drone with a small flamethrower mounted on it. And again, from Dante's control room you hear: "Revelations confirmed, activation begun......50%...........75% .................100%. Lucifer v3.4 active. Request release confirmation...." And Dante stops, noticing for the first time that he has visitors in his bunker. "Frag them. System, Temporary stasis control, Lucifer v3.4" "Stasis control confirmed. Lucifer locked down temporarily in active mode." Back in the drone room you see three other doors, one of which is opening slowly and carefully, almost as if manually. Until about 5 grenades fly through the door from the corridor and detonate, causing another massive explosion and still more curses. Faces peek around the corner and get shot at again, probably from another Sentry gun. You see CRUSH's big, horned and helmeted head stick through, followed by a really big pistol, and then you see two flashes followed by the sound of ammunition cooking off in an ammo bin. Figures start pouring into the room, looking for opposition, but none is forthcoming. The group almost pours lead down on Slash when he comes through the second door, but stops short. "Hey gang! How's it going? Had a little trouble here myself." And then Slash does something totally atypical: he draws his pistol. Thinking this is a major threat, everyone else does the same, or readies their weapon. You see something that the rest of the group doesn't, however, and that is Slash getting a really sickly, almost homicidal grin on his face as he takes aim at Claw and fires. Claw jerks up and land face down on the floor as Raven barrels in to disarm Slash before he can do anything more. Unfortunately for both, Slash and Raven get hit by their own friends. Something is very definitely wrong with Slash, besides the lead that Irish and Etherial buried in his chest. Even wounded he is seriously fighting against Raven, almost as a man possessed. "Max is back, and he says that something is controlling Slash." Roxey says. And then Micheal S. Baron, looking tired and with his beautiful cane pitted as if it has been dipped in acid, manifests and says "He be possessed, mons. We'll try to kick it out without kellin de mon" and then disappears again. Slash begins to thrash about even more violently until CRUSH comes over and pins him down. Slash's rage is giving him strength that is almost breaking him free of CRUSH's grip, but not quite. Suddenly Slash spasms upward, nearly breaking his back in the process, opens his eyes, and collapses. Roxey screams "IT'S OUT!!! FRAGGIN NOMAD! KILL IT!!!!" and a strange, amorphous form begins to manifest about CRUSH. The Nomad is trying to take control of CRUSH, apparently, but it disappears before it can get too far, destroyed on the Astral plane. No-one is unwounded, and Slash is totally unconscious. The camera catches some movement, though, as a dark grey cloud disappears through a wall. But no-one else seemed to have caught it. But on other cameras you see the mercs reaching the gas trap area and the other runners entering a second corridor from what appears to be a computer storage room. It appears that the group is going to be caught in the middle of a pincer movement if they don't move on soon. Roxey motions toward the door left of the corridor they left and CRUSH and Lister start hacking it down. Back in the Central CPU room: "System, engage Dead-Man sequence 4, Security sequence 6, authorization, Vocal: Martin Riggs, aka Dante, code MDR22H840P Hex33bf779aOctal2270227." "Deadman sequence 4, Security sequence 6 confirmed." Lister and CRUSH are through the door, and more gunfire is coming through it. And again it appears to be yet another Sentry gun. With all this hardware and the skill to acquire it, it's actually too bad that Dante turned out to be such a son-of-a-slitch. He would have made a really good runner. A few more heavy pistol shots and the gunfire stops again, and again the ammo cooks off. And that's when something surprises Etherial, who turns to the corridor and then flies backward and hits the opposite door, bleeding from a dead center chest wound that should have killed him. Not only that, but the impact should have broken his neck, and yet he still looks up and shouts "MERCS!!!!!" and pandemonium commences. Etherial(after crawling out of the way), Lister, Diana, and Claw take up position at the entrance door and begin firing down the corridor at the mercs, using whatever they have. But they don't seem to be using the grenades yet. CRUSH, Roxey, Irish, Raven, AJ, and STREETWOLF all gather at the second door. Finally, under the continued battery of CRUSH and now AJ, the door falls, and this time the group are out of the way when the first burst of Sentry gun fire rips into the room. Cyberpunk, wounded rather badly, is taking care of Slash, as is Max, recently manifested and apparently worse for the wear. The Baron is also manifest, and seems to be looking at something over in the far corner, near Cyberpunk and Slash, who is finally coming out of shock. And suddenly something manifests, or rather several somethings. Two here in the room and another on the camera that shows the mercs, dead center in the middle of them, engulfing one. Roxey screams "TOXICS!!!!", draws her knife and attacks one, followed by a jet of superheated flame that arcs from STREETWOLF's hands to the second. They appear to be another earth and a water, while the mercs are dealing with an earth. Claw seems to blank out for an instant, and suddenly the earth spirit that Roxey is closing with starts thrashing about and then disappears back into the astral just as Roxey slashes at it. The second spirit is still there, smoking severely, when a suddenly very large black lance pins it to the wall. STREETWOLF staggers over to the spirit that Micheal's cane-gone-lance has pinned, pulls a dagger, and kills it, almost getting shot by mercs in the process. The mercs have also taken care of their spirit, although you see at least one down and bleeding, maybe even dead. You hope that Claw's ally, Shral'thala, is ok and holding itself against that spirit, but you cannot see the Astral on a camera. The only thing you do notice is that Claw seems to be sweating, but that might be from casting spells at the mercs, many of which appear to be getting dispelled. Mildly frustrating, you're sure. You do notice that MaxiMillion has disappeared and that the Sentry gun has stopped firing. Max must have taken care of it for the runners. On yet another camera, you notice that the other six runners have themselves almost reached the entrance to the CPU room. It looks like one way or another, Dante is going down, either arrested by Interpol or dead. You do, however, notice that two of them are slightly wounded. If the team is lucky, this will equalize the odds somewhat. There is very little chance that the team can hold out against this many highly trained professionals. Not when they are wounded and tired already. But time will tell. You see AJ stop CRUSH from barrelling down the corridor and fire one of his arrows, watching as it turns to molten slag suddenly as lasers fire. CRUSH, ever resourceful and caring very little for the amount of noise he'll be making, puts an airburst grenade directly in the center of the hallway and the ensuing explosion takes out most of the mirrors. But not all, as CRUSH grunts in pain as he barrels down the corridor and gets a section of armor totally removed from his left arm, as well as a good portion of his left arm, cutting down to the bone but cauterizing the wound as well. He literally throws his several hundred kilos against the door, and it dents rather deeply. He begins to pull at the joint, using his sword as a saw to cut through the locking mechanism, with AJ somehow finding a way to squeeze in and also pull. After about 10 seconds something give's way, and the door crashes inward. Slash, still dazed, is somehow working on the electronics of the door directly opposite of the one that the mercs are firing through. Somehow, though, he is still safe and the bullets are bouncing off his skin or, more likely, a really powerful barrier spell that someone has erected. And the other runners are finessing their way through the other door into the CPU room. Raven, seeing an opening, rushes down the corridor, followed by STREETWOLF and Irish. In the actual CPU room, Dante is frantically working: "Excellent, System, unlock Stasis control" "Control unlocked, Stasis released. Request release confirmation...." Dante returns to his terminal and types more. "Activation sequence confirmed. Lucifer v3.4 release confirmed. Awaiting final instructions..." And Dante begins to type until his door crashes inward. You know that he didn't get enough time to finish whatever command he was entering. AJ and CRUSH stand, scan the room, and carefully circle around the CPUs that literally fill the room from floor to ceiling, watching for traps. Dante, seeing that he has a problem, leaps up from the central CPU he was at and runs full speed toward the desk, leaping it only to get caught by a bullet in his leg. Roxey, the first to shoot him, looks about ready to kill, but motions for Dante to be picked up. "Hello, everyone. Welcome to my humble abode. I see you are all injured. You know that you will never leave here alive, even if you kill me." And the computer says: "Awaiting completion.....Standdown sequence timeout......." "The great Dante, a pleasure, I'm sure" says STREETWOLF as he drives a punch into Dante's gut, doubling him over. You hear a very quiet voice say "No. Don't. He's not worth it. In many ways you ruined my career, my rep, my life. But you are one raven that will quoth no more." And Raven, the speaker, puts her pistol to Dante's head, with no apparent joy or hatred but rather a solemnity reminiscent of a doctor issuing a prescription. Until, that is, bullets begin to fly in this room as well. The other runners appear to have excellent cover, and the initial bursts distract the team enough to save Dante temporarily. CRUSH, firing away at the CPUs, elicits several responses of pain as he hits his targets almost totally hidden without apparent effort. He is VERY good with that HMG.... The team gets pinned down and back into the small notch in the room behind Dante's desk, where Dante was heading. They are literally covering Dante with their bodies, and you notice that the other runners are speaking with the mercs. On the other camera, Slash has managed to get the door open and is still protected by at least one barrier, although the rest of the team seem quite a bit worse for the wear. Magic is appearing, disappearing, and Micheal S. Baron is backing away from something over in the entrance to the document room. You see nothing except a shadow of a human figure, looking to be cloaked in flowing robes and who's eyes are literally glowing a deep violet, or nearly ultraviolet. The Baron is one of the most powerful spirits that Diana ever summoned, and who went free later. And he is also a loa of Samedi, of the Dead, and he is backing away with a look of fear on his face? Something is very wrong here, and you sense that the figure's eyes are trained on either Micheal or on...Etherial. You see that the team is slowly being forced to retreat down the corridor, somehow keeping the barrier between them and the otherwise withering fire. Once in a while a bullet gets through, and then something hits Lister solidly, spinning him around like a top and landing him on his stomach with a smoking hole in the right side of his torso armor. He's hurt, badly. It must have been another cannon round, and you see the figure's eyes in the other corridor get a little brighter. The Baron is still backing away, afraid for some reason, but not willing to turn his back to it, nor to go Astral. Roxey, seeing the figure for the first time, goes blank as she Perceives, and then comes back, shaking badly. "Black-k-k... ...ullllt-traaviolent-t-t-t light-t-t..." Back in the CPU room, Dante is still trying to escape by opening a door when Irish grabs him by the neck, turns him around, and throws him aganst the wall. Raven shouts "NO!" as AJ turns around, bares his fangs, pops his spurs, and is about to lunge at Irish or Dante to kill either one of them or both. You've seen AJ literally tear through heavy armor with his bare hands, but it is unlikely that Irish could get him that angry with just a single act. Something is wrong, but you can't help it. STREETWOLF, busy dealing with the runners, cannot do much, but Irish backs off as Raven puts herself between him and AJ. She turns around, again puts her pistol to Dante's head, and says "you'll walk no more the malebolgia, dance no more with the demons, and live no longer in your own personal Hell." and she pulls the trigger. With a sudden jerk, Dante's head snaps back as the round penetrates his head and drives it against the concrete and ballistic composite wall. He blinks once more, smiles, and then his head lolls off to one side in the manner of one who has lost all muscle tone. Dante is dead. Permanently. But the team still has to escape. And the computer is saying something... "WARNING!!!! Vital signs monitor reports cessation of input. Creator has been destroyed. Lucifer and the Army of Darkness is victorious." On other monitors, you hear the collapsing of heavy drop doors and the sealing of the airshafts. "Automatic instructions: Proceed with Option Zero....... Lucifer v3.4 responding--Option Zero confirmed. Lucifer v3.4 released. Deadman Sequence Four activated. Countdown commencing: 2 minutes...1 minute, 55 seconds...." and the computer counts down to whatever the CPUs have planned for themselves and this bunker. In corridor intersection room, the team members are all wounded at least slightly, some more than just a little. Slash has the door open and they are beginning a more or less orderly retreat down the corridor. And the figure is still standing there, or rather floating, with its eyes gradually becoming brighter and brighter violet, seemingly as the wounds accumulate on both sides. In the CPU room, the team members have inflicted limited casualties on the other runners, but are hurting rather badly themselves. Something seems to be keeping them almost at each others throats, with only the iron will of Raven keeping them from falling on each other. This is definitely not normal, but you cannot see any direct cause. The figure moves some toward Micheal and Etherial, both of whom are eyeing it with something akin to hatred and fear, and then the figure disappears and Micheal does too. Suddenly, the team in the CPU room seems to regain some of their composure and they find a concealed door and exit through a passageway after disarming the Sentry gun positioned above the doorway. So it's that figure, or spirit, that is causing the team in the CPU room to be nearly homicidal.... You've heard rumors, but only by chummers in Europe.....could it be? A Wraith, here in Chicago? You do notice something, though. Roxey seems to be really concentrating on something, even though she said that she was a mundane here due to her sensitivity to background count. Something is happening to her, and you see Claw and Diana also concentrating on something.... And Roxey smiles, looks up with tears on her eyes, and says, her voice filled with joy, "She's alive! And she has the power..... Thank you......" and something happens to her. You see her hair pick up, rising as if lifted by a wind or an electric charge. You hear her voice, starting softly, saying "Come, wraith. I feel not your influence any longer...." and Etherial suddenly seems beset by something. He begins to thrash about and then collapses, a jagged and almost glowing wound ripped across his chest, oozing blood. He crawls over to the exit door, leaving only Claw, Diana, and Roxey in the room, but then they are joined by Shral'thala, Micheal S. Baron, and MaxiMillion, their respective allies and spirit companions. Something happens to them, and then the room lights up with Astral fire, burning nothing, but enclosing the now manifest form of the Wraith. The mercs, again under the effect of the wraith's influence, begin to move forward up the corridor toward the room. Roxey, looking at all in turn, motions without speaking that the rest of them are to leave, and all of the other 5 do so, fighting with the mercs to keep them off Roxey long enough for her to do whatever it is she has planned. Roxey, her hair now whipping about her as if driven by some windstorm, stands her ground, staring at the slowly advancing black figure of the wraith, smiling. Somehow she managed to summon up the power of the area, and now she is literally encased in flames that are springing up from the concrete as if they were the source. "You're time is done, wraith. You shall bother this plane no longer." and with this statement Roxey raises her hands, places them wrist to wrist with fingers splayed, and all the energy of the swirling mana around her coalesces upon her hands, taking form and direction. A white hot spear of pure fire lances out from her outstretched hands and strikes the wraith full in the chest. You somehow see around the blinding light the wraith begin to bulge, almost bubble, and begin to disassociate. Somehow Roxey manages to maintain this horrific outpouring of energy and the wraith continues to change, folding in upon itself and you think you hear the anguished scream of a dying being as it appears to implode and then explode, suddenly blacking the entire room and the rest of the bunker complex for an instant. When your eyes recover, you notice that the lights are still on, Roxey is still standing with a really sick, evil smile upon her face and mumbling something about "Don't mess with the Mistress.....", and that Slash has found something of use. The CPU room members have begun to retreat down the corridor they found, with the other runners only offering a token chase as the computer continues to count down to 1 minute, 15 seconds. You see Slash pull out a thin cord and a magnesium match and then the thermite cord cuts through the floor and into the corridor below, directly over AJ's head. The team drops through the quickly created hole and they run off into the escape tunnel that Dante always seemed to provide himself, no longer chased by the mercs or the runners. On the other monitors, you see the runners verify that Dante is dead, and then connect with the mercs. The three combined teams find the document room, and they pull out massive bags, dumping the entire contents of the file drawers into the bags. While the majority of the mercs are doing this, two are setting charges, and then you see a massive C12 explosion blast the dropdoor sealing the entranceway out of the corridor. The mercs all disappear out the entrancway by the time the computer has reached 10 seconds. "9.......8.......7......6.......5.......4......3......2......1... static. +++++End camera download++++ Well, that was it. Dante is dead. Permanently this time. We ran into a Wraith and I got possessed by a Nomad, almost kellin one of my associates in the process. Etherial is recoverin somewhere, Roxey is in an exhausted coma back home(with a smile on her face from findin out her daughter is still alive...how is beyond me), Cyberpunk is recoverin with Etherial, AJ is more or less fine, although he seems to have disappeared again. We were lucky. If the laser had been a little closer, or if CRUSH had been a little further to the left, he'd be dead. If we hadn't happened to have a couple of people who were more or less immune to vacuum....well, you saw the download, you make your own conclusions. All I know is that I will never again enter the Shattergraves unless I'm dead first...]<<<<< -- Slash <14:39:40/10-21-55> >>>>>[This is Newshound, bringing you all the news that's fit to transmit, stolen right from the source, unedited and not tampered with, honest! Man, I love Chicago! Roll 'em! ++++ Download: file Interpol.Recorder_Footage.15:03:47/10-21-55 All around the area is raw devastation. Gunfire sounds in the background, mostly small-arms fire, but occasionally broken by the distinctive whine of miniguns, and not a few explosions. The area is The Noose, Chigago, a rating Z urban combat zone only rarely entered by Eagle Security's regular cops. They are crouched down behind SWAT vans, surrounding a broken pile of rubble- Dante's home. A heavily armed Hughes Stallin covers them overhead. As the camera, obviously mounted on a vehicle, drives up, fully half the SWAT team is being redeployed on an outer perimeter. An individual gets out of the vehicle, but you only see his back at this point, and the heavy security armor he is wearing. He walks crouched over backbent legs, balancing on a long, spiked tail. Add the long snout and head ridges under the specially designed helmet, and the blatant Interpol symbol on the armor, and this can only be Drake, Commander of Interpol's Special Branch, who is now pulling his ID as an Eagle Security sergeant approaches him. "I'm Commander Drake, Interpol Special Branch working on computer crimes. This is now our juristiction." The cop looks at him like he's nuts. "Come again? This look like a computer crime to you?" "One of the individuals inside is someone we want very badly. I do suggest you cooperate. I personally can make your life VERY unpleasant," Drake pauses for a moment, looking around the area until he sees what he wants. "Now, do you have a sharpshooter on hand?" "F$@% &$U" "I'm sorry, I didn't quite make that out." "Yes." "Good. Have him set up on this ruined building here. The target is a Japanese female wearing a black jacket. I want her alive." Further conversation is drowned out by renewed gunfire from somewhere beyond the police perimeter. One of the Eagle cops mutters "injuns are gettin' restless". He quicly ducks as autofire impacts the side of his vehicle. The Stallion fires its bay-mounted Vigilant at something outside the perimeter, filling the night with the characteristic thumping of the rotary autocannon. Over the noise, the sniper calls out. "I have a shot-" "Remember I want her alive!" Drake interrupts. "Yeah, yeah, I hear you." The sniper's answer actually comes after the soft sound of his suppressed WA2000 firing. "Hey, you hear another chopper?" the sergeant asks, looking up. A Federated-Boeing Commander comes over the hill, its nose lit up by the muzzle blasts from its chin-mounted Vigilant RAC. Cops and Interpol alike scatter for cover as one of the SWAT vans explodes. "Jesus!" Drakes swears, as he brushes off some burning debris. Just then, the sharpshooter yells, "I see her! She's on the roof!" He begins firing. Muzzle flashes appear on the roof. With a clatter, the WA 2000 hits the ground next to Drake. The Commander hovers next to the roof, lowering its rear ramp. Drake stares at the Walther for a moment, then pulls his sidearm and starts firing blindly at the roof. "Raven, you goddamned blackhearted murderer! You're not getting away from me this time!" Answering muzzle flashes show on the roof. Blood sprays from Drake's shoulder abruptly, and he falls backward, behind one of the burning cruisers. "Sonuvabitch!" "Commander!" The VTOL surges forward, flying overhead. The cops fire at it as it passes. Then it's gone, and the only sound is the roaring fires and the sudden roar as several hundred kilos of plastic explosive detonate where Dante used to live. Figures wearing MET 2000 armour are running from the continuing explosions, carrying several document cases. Interpol and the cops rapidly pour into their armored vans as chunks of concrete and exploding mines pepper the entire area with ordinance from Dante's home. ++++ End of File: Interpol.Recorder_Footage.15:03:47/10-21-55 Nifty, huh? Oh, and hey Spirit: Blow me.]<<<<< -- Newshound <17:05:31/10-21-55> > *****Private: Kovak >>>>>[ Well I told Moma and Papa that I was going to an art convention, but I was really looking for you. Sounds like you are having an exciting life now. Well now that I have found you I am not losing you. I will meet you at your place, I know where you live so I will wait for you there. ok?]<<<<< -- Tarkis <16:12:34 / 10-21-55> ***** Private: Dante Physical Team >>>>>[Well, we all came through in one piece (more or less). Crush, Raven, AJ, et al. It was a pleasure working with you people. Hope to do it again sometime. Roxey, I'm glad you got your daughter back, hope you never have to go through something like that again (I know I hope not to). Just as an aside, what the frag is a Wraith?! And how do you avoid them? From the down load I gather that it could control emotions, which would explain why I got so damn blood crazy with Dante & when AJ popped his spurs. I've never be that crazy/mad/berserk/what ever in my life (which is saying alot, actualy)! Once again, good job, good luck and good ridince (to Dante).]<<<<< Irish -- 15:01:35/21-10-55 >>>>>[ I am writing here to inquire as to whether there are any individuals that are willing to "retrieve" a valuable item -- an antique. As such, only trustworthy individuals should apply at >>encrypted<<. The sooner you retrieve the valuable, the larger the bonus. Thank you for your time. ]<<<<< -- a Collector <16:31:51/10-21-55> >>>>>[Sorry it took so long for me to post this. The local server hub went down on me. First off, let me just say that Chicago is, shall we say, different. I had spent some time there several years ago, and had to leave rather hastily. So I was not entirely looking forward to going back. But as most of you probably know, I had to help out Aerich. So here is my version of the story. I figure Kovak will likely have a different version, but then again he IS an ex-cop... +++++OPTICAL CHIP UPLOAD +++++AUDIO AND VIDEO (y/n)? Y [The view is crystal clear, despite the fact it is obviously very late at night. Directly to the front is a large warehouse, strangely free of graphiti. The view swivels to take in the rest of the neighborhood of an older business park. The only light is from several armored street lights. From the way the camera moves, you can already guess it must be a sim-rig or a helmet camera. The camera slowly moves its way toward the main warehouse, taking cover inside abandoned buildings at every chance. As the camera nears to 50m from the warehouse, a red heads-up tactical display comes into view. A scrawny gray cat darts across the street, and the display marks the stray animal, giving speed, distance, and a recommended response of "DO NOT FIRE". +++++DELETE 4Mp+++++ The camera now shows a view of the top of the warehouse. It's dirty, with pieces of stray trash and pieces of old roof. The camera looks down, and for the first time you can see part of the person with the camera. A grapple gun is held by two heavily armored hands. It looks very much like Heavy Security grade armor, but it is bulkier than it should be. There is also a raised keypad and a small viewscreen on the left forearm. The small screen is echoing the same data displayed on the heads-up display that obscures the camera's view. "Whiskey Hotel to Kilo Oscar. I'm 10-97. 10-20?" You hear another voice come over the comm-link. "Kilo Oscar to Whiskey Hotel, 20 is position Alpha." "10-4 Kilo Oscar. 10-87 position Zulu Zulu Zulu. I say again 10-19 position Zulu Zulu Zulu." "Kilo Oscar to Whiskey Hotel, I'm 10-49 Zulu Zulu Zulu. Do you have visual on Alpha Echo?" "Negative Kilo Oscar. Stand-by for my signal, then proceed with Delta India." "Affirmitive Whiskey Hotel. I'm 10-97 Zulu Zulu Zulu, standing by for Delta India. Lima Romeo 1 and 2, stand-by." By this time the grapple hook has been securely set into a piece of exposed steel. The camera moves back, then looks down and you can see the person is standing on the very edge of the roof, over two stories above the ground. "Whiskey Hotel to Kilo Oscar, I'm on the bubble. Proceed with Delta India. Come back." "Kilo Oscar to Whiskey Hotel, I read Delta India. Again, I read Delta India." "Confirmed. Proceed and maintain radio silence." Somewhere uncomfortably close you hear a rather loud explosion, but the wearer of the camera does not lose his concentration by turning to look. With a sudden blur, the camera drops several meters, downward and out. A broken window appears suddenly, and the camera swings towards it, then with a crash of glass and wooden crossbars, the camera is through. Inside the warehouse you can see several humans rushing to put on partial heavy armor as they are rushing towards the door, towards where the explosion occured. Of to one side, partially walled in, you can see several figures. Three humans with Colt-23's surround a figure you recognize as Aerich. He is tied to a chair, his head lolling to one side. The camera sees an Ares Alpha combat gun being unslung from the shoulder harness and pointed at the three figures. The heads-up display has the figures all marked, 7.2 meters away, recommending "BURST FIRE". There heads snap around just in time to see the Alpha spit a burst of lead at the figure closest to Aerich. He falls backwards without a sound. The Alpha spits another burst, in synchi with the closest of the Humanis soldiers. The bullets lace into his chest, and he falls with a wet gurgle. The bullets ricochet of the armor, and then the camera goes dead. +++++3Mp DELETED+++++ "Whiskey Hotel to Kilo Oscar, I have Alpha Echo. Begin retreat." Silence. "Whiskey Hotel to Kilo Oscar, I say again, I have Alpha Echo. Begin retreat." +++++END OPTICAL CHIP UPLOAD+++++ Unfortunately for you, on that first burst my camera link was shot out. I was unhurt, but I'm going to have a little talk with my armorer about the unarmored camera link. What ended up happening was that I took out the other guard, then Althea manifested and untied Aerich. She then carried him back out the window I came in (she's slightly strong!), as I covered them both. I didn't even have to cast any spells! Kovak's distraction worked pretty well, but not long enough for. A couple more goons came back, with the partial heavy, and I had to shoot a few grenades at them to discourage any further pursuit. I am now back in Seattle, with Aerich, who, by the way, is recovering quite nicely from the mind-benders they had him on to keep him from casting spells. He should have no permanent effects what so ever. As far as Kovak goes, I haven't received word from him yet. Rumor is the slag is still alive, but I haven't heard from him personally. But that's all for now folks.]<<<<< --the Whistler<12:34:55/10-21-55> ***** Private : Nightmare >>>>>[ Nightmare, you may remember me from a place near a river which has a lot of s's and i's in it. Yep, the English Elf. Well matey, I need to have a word with you. This is important to us both, Family matters, you might call it. I rather you told me where to meet you, 'cos I hate to have to come looking for you. And I will come looking for you. Honour bound, I'm afraid old son. The sooner the better, since "people" are places.]<<<<< - WHAT (16:42:23/21-10-55) ***** Private: WHAT >>>>>[ You want to have a word with me? How intruiging. Very well, I'll play. I'm, of all places, in Germany. Contact >>encrypted<< at >>encrypted<< and he will lead you to me. When should I expect you? By the way, you are as wanted as a terrorist of the state and I might have to have you arrested as such. Just thought I would warn you]<<<<< -- Nightmare <16:46:38/10-21-55> ***** Private : Nightmare >>>>>[Bloody hell, are you living on the Matrix or what ? Fine matey, I'll pull a favor and be out there shorty after completing a bit of sensitive "biz". As long as HAMMER and his goons aren't going to give me any hassle *sigh* Oh does being an enemy of the state get me any special badges or stamps on my passport ? Really, threats like that really do make me wish I had a SIN ...... *Big drek-eating grin* And as they say over this side of the Pond "See ya on the flipside....chummer"]<<<<< - WHAT (16:50:11/21-10-55) ***** Private: WHAT >>>>>[ Dear good sir, I would suggest you take some heed to my warning. Otherwise, HAMMER will find out, and then where would you be? *evil grin* For I have watched him rise through the ranks and I, unfortunately, know of his tricks. And you won't need to have a SIN to appreciate that. As to that last comment, you deserve a big, "Oh yes. Sure. Whatever that meant." ]<<<<< -- Nightmare <17:03:13/10-21-55> ***** Private : Nightmare >>>>>[You ARE living on this bloody thing ! I'm sure HAMMER knows when I'll be in Germany, and if he gets near me I'll pass on "the old boot in the bollox" trick to him. Really, you Germans really don't let up do you ? Well I'm off for a pint so don't bloody reply back 'cos I'm off ! Ta ta for now ....matey *grin* See you in Prison, hope the food's good.]<<<<< - WHAT (17:08:45/21-10-55) >>>>>[ Hmm a artifact, as in ART, I like art. And how simple is it? I might look for it, for I like art, of course I won't do it for the money. I have plenty of money. Instead I will take a favor. I don't know what the favor is yet. But if I find the ARTifact, then I will let you know what favor I want. Did I say before that i like Art, well i am saying it now, I LIKE ART!!... You might think I am insane, well I am not, just partially insane... I will find the Artifact for you...ok?]<<<<< -- Tarkis <19:25:25 / 10-21-55>< >>>>>[Uh, Tarkis, when was the last time you took your Prozac? I think it would really help you out there chummer. And remind me never to run with you...]<<<<< --the Whistler<17:42:02/10-21-55> >>>>>[I'm afraid you're wrong, Irish. Raven is dead. Drake didn't miss, on the roof. We got her on board and headed for a hospital, but she didn't make it. She already had a broken arm, and was shot at least three times while in Dante's place; twice by Claw while he was posessed, and once by the police sniper. There was just too much trauma for rudimentary first aid to deal with, and I never learned healing magick. We're still in Chicago, trying to decide what to do next. The dropship was damaged by return fire from Intrpol and Eagle Security, so we aren't going anywhere soon in any case. In the meantime, we've made arrangements to have Raven's body shipped home to Japan. I'm told she does have family there, and they'll see to whatever arrangements are proper. As for myself, I ask the forgiveness of all my friends for my sudden disappearence from the shadow community. It was not Dante's doing, as some feared; I was once again called to Tara, and the summons was one I could not ignore. I feel that my wyrd is upon me, and although I don't think I will ever be recalled to Tara again, I also doubt I will be returning here. So I guess this is goodbye. I want to thank everyone, but especially Spirit, Circuit Breaker, Cerise, Brandywine, and the others who dragged me, kicking and screaming *smile*, on the Girl's Night Out last year. My life was very... bleak, before that night. And frau Doom, you have all my hope and sympathy. It was a lovely waltz... Commander Drake: Raven made me swear an oath to leave you alone. You have nothing to fear from me or my clan. Go in peace. Goodbye everyone.]<<<<< -- Cat Dancing <20:41:30/10-21-55> *****Private: the Whistler >>>>>[ OK man I told you I was partially insane, if you don't leave me alone I will get my bro Kovak to kill you. OK man, or do you want me to take my razor nails and carve out your spleen and take a piss on it? Or better yet, bite your nose off and disect you...all the options that I can do to you... Just leave me alone, like I said I am insane, and you never wanna mess with an insane Artist...OK!!!! You pud, I am going to tell my Mommy on you if you don't stop man...]<<<<< -- Tarkis <19:50:12 / 10-21-55> >>>>>[Oh no, not again! There must be something in that families genetics...I could really care less about you Tarkis. I'll just leave you alone with your insanity and your art. By the way, don't threaten me with your brother. In fact, I don't take well to threats in general. So just relax, take your medicine, and paint a picture of some birds or something. Okay? Bye-bye now. Uncle Whistler has to go take a trip down to the Pueblo Corporate Council. Have a nice day Tarkis.]<<<<< --the Whistler<17:58:43/10-21-55> *****Private: the Whistler >>>>>[ That it man, now you have really done it, NEVER tell me to paint a bird or something, I only paint Dark Black things, you piss head... I am going to tie you up and pull all your hair out one at a time...then i will cut your toes off and let you sit there and bleed to death... Let it be known, any enemy of my Brothers is an enemy of mine!!!]<<<<< -- Tarkis <20:10:33 / 10-21-55> *****Private: the Whistler >>>>>[ You are not my uncle, ok I am normal again. The sanity has come back. I only get that way when I hear, see, taste, or feel art. I am sorry for my actions, and why are you so busy in the first place. I mean I know Kovak and you don't get along that much. Well anyway I will let you off the hook for now, but just make sure you don't insult me about my art again...OK!]<<<<< -- Tarkis <20:30:45 / 10-21-55> *****PRIVATE: Whistler >>>>>[Are you out to piss everybody off? Sheesh! That reply to Tarkis wasn't the nicest of things to say. And I'd advise you to try to keep things private or you may incur the ire of any of Tarkis' (or Kovak's) friends, too.]<<<<< -- Spellslinger (18:32:49/10-21-55) *****GENERAL >>>>>[If you are in need of an experience archaeologist or magical theorist or both, then you have found the right man. My schedule has just cleared up some and I will be available for any archaelogical expeditions or artifact hunting that you may be interested in. I can also proofread and amend any spell formulae you may be having problems with. In the words of the immortal Beavis, "Thank you, drive thru!"]<<<<< -- Spellslinger (18:38:50/10-21-55) >>>>>[I am an avid collector of "antiques" myself. I may be interested in helping you. But I would like more details.]<<<<< -- The Shadow <18:23:46/10-21-55> >>>>>[ First off thanx Spellslinger for Stanfing up for me to Whistler, he is a bad boy. Seconndly I want to go on this artifact search, I can sniff out art so easly, and artifacts is in fact art. though I can't do it by myself, so Spellslinger and anyone else can join me, we can make a group to find what ever that is going to be found.]<<<<< -- Tarkis <20:50:45 / 10-21-55> >>>>>[We're looking for old vehicles, preferably ground vehicles. Circa 1990-2000 AD. If anyone has any info, contact me, please. We're also selling old aircraft. It was mil-spec about 55 years ago, but not anymore. We have a catalog. If you need a copy, contact me as well.]<<<<< -- Andi Forbes (19:11:41/10-21-55) >>>>>[ AHHH the art of the vehicals and air craft they had back then. Hmm I think i will take one of those catalogs, mabye I will fidn a gift to add to my Papa's collection of old antique machines. Please conteact me and tell me how to get a catalog and how to order, i think I might be interested.]<<<<< -- Tarkis <21:20:20 / 10-21-55> >>>>>[ +++++ Include Trideo Broadcast +++++ Hello, my name is Charlie Fingers, taking a break from covering Maxim Arms and thier dealings to bring you the latest news. In the Boston Metroplex today several hundred people were killed in traffic accidents. By itself this is hardly unusual, but the causes were all malfunctioning traffic control computers. Several thousand commuters were also left stranded when the Grid Link power system went down over 50% of the Metroplex. The traffic snarls alone are still being cleared up at this late hour. GridLink power had no comment except to say that they were looking into the problem and had formed no conclusions. However, they had not yet returned the power to the GridLink system and were attempting to re-route conrol to the unaffected 50% of the system. In related news, several hospitals experienced difficulties with thier computer systems, causing loss of records, mis-treatment, and 34 related deaths, mostly as life-monitering equipment in surgery failed or fedback on the patient. The police found nothing to indicate tampering. This has been Charlie Fingers. Good night. +++++End Trideo Broadcast+++++ ]<<<<< -- Trideo Pirate <22:37:15/10-21-5> >>>>>[DANTE! That BASTARD! Not again. Not ever again. To the crew of Six-Pack and Jackel. I'm sorry. Its inadaquete, but heart felt, from one who knew her. Well, at least I know where my boss is. I've got some unmonitored time (this decks bugging me, it sucks compared to mine). Spellsinger: Black Sable. That's the worst resistance you'll find. But with what I've found...its enough....to kill me and you maybe. It's mostly offices here. Standard sec. Need out SOON! Drek.]<<<<< -The Unknown <01:37:18/10-22-55> >>>>>[ Frag! Why does everyone have to keep on dying? Drek! I'll miss you Cat Dancing. ]<<<<< -- Cerise <04:35:35/10-22-55> >>>>>[ I guess I killed a metahuman, I did not know what it was at first. Well heres my story I was walking down the city streets looking at the architecture of the buildings. Then this guy or thing in a white robe and a white pointy hat came up to me. He then pulled a gun at me and shot me in the gut. Since I heal fast I started to heal that shot but layed on the ground as if i was dead. He then walked up to me and I pulled out my Walther PB-120, and shot is three times in the chest. I then stood up to his body, and he was still alive. SO I extended my razor claws and ripped out his throat. When I waas finished I took off the hood, and it turned out to be a metahuman. Can someone tell me why he was dresses in all white and why he tried to kill me? Well I ditched his body in this dumpster and cut off the head and burned it. I can't believe what I have done. please help me, I am so confused...]<<<<< -- Tarkis <07:24:58 / 10-22-55> *****Private: Quickling >>>>>[Hey, where's your spare deck in your place, Quickling? I was going to use it a little bit for some data storage and stuff...]<<<<< -- Solonus <10:45:45/10-22-55> *****Private: Solonus >>>>>[It's in my room, under the bed. Why? What kind of stuff you doing in there?]<<<<< -- Quickling <10:46:12/10-22-55> *****Private: Quickling >>>>>[I've gotten a little too much information, so I was going to have one of your smaller frames clean it up a little. Make it all nice and neat. I've been getting TOO much information on some stuff lately...for instance, the insect shamans. They seem to be increasing. I'm getting some of this stuff from the UB datastores. You know that Project Hope thing? There have been reports of infiltration of that place by a couple of 'em. Scary thought. The things were covered up pretty well, probably to avoid publicity, but apparently the shamans were taken out after some gangers pointed them out or something. Well, thanks. Back to work. I ought to be done in a few weeks...no guaran- tees. I've gotten a couple of quick job offers too, so I might be a little slower than I thought...I'll keep in touch.]<<<<< -- Solonus <10:50:15/10-22-55> >>>>>[Ah... Fragit! I thought everyone got out OK. My condolences Cat Dancing. As an aside, does anyone know a _good_, _cheap_, _reliable_ street doc? Some shrapnel from one of those explosions caught one of my cybereyes. It's a real pain being able to see out of only one eye, and that one fading in and out.]<<<<< -- Irish 12:35:35/22-10-55 >>>>>[ Irish, Ah suggest trying ta get AJ ta fix up your eye. He's one of the best and since he has met ya he will probably be willing ta help. For a price of course, a man needs money ta run a business. Oh, and for those of ya who wonder, Spirit is ok and should be replying ta ya all by tomorrow. The black IC toasted her deck and knocked her for a loop, but she is mostly unhurt now.]<<<<< -- Circuit Breaker >>>>>[ Goodbye Raven, ya will be missed. Cat, don't think ya are getting away that easily from us. Once a friend, always a friend. As of yet, the boys haven't come back from Chicago, but they should be back soon. But when ya and them get back, we are planning ta haveing a small reunion of sorts. Too many of our friends have been dying and Ah for one don't like that. So Ah plan on seeing everyone again, and making sure they enjoy themselves a little atleast. Yes, Ah know we will all probably be a little somber and talk about the people who have gone, but we can also talk about things ta come. Well enough, of this, Spirit needs help changing diapers]<<<<< -- Circuit Breaker >>>>>[Well everyone, STREETWOLF has been in contact with me. He is ok for the most part. A little sore and worn down, but other than that ok. he is currently on his way back home and should be back within a few days(hopefully). I really miss him. Cat Dancing I am sorry to see you go even though I have never personally met you, it is hard to lose someone that you consider a friend. I know SW will miss you greatly, seeing that you two have worked together. You will be missed and if you are ever back in seattle, you are always welcome at our humble abode. Raven, you will be greatly missed. from what I understand you were a great runner, and were a close friend to many people. Everyone that knew you or knew of you will remember you and will miss you]<<<<< -- Colice Brightstar(18:35:55/10-22-55) >>>>>[NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO It canna be, Raven couldna died. It just isna fair. Too many good people are bein lost. Great Danna 'elp us ta get through this bad streak o luck. And Cat dancing, ya canna leave us. Ya were there when ya were needed, I enjoyed runnin wit ya. I am gonna miss ya. It jus isna fair. We work so hard ta rid th' world of som'one as nasty as Dante and all tis happens. It jus isna fair.]<<<<< -- STREETWOLF(Fire is an Elf's Best Friend)(16:41:05/10-22-55) >>>>>[ +++++Begin Trideo Download+++++ Greetings from Boston, this is Charlie Fingers, bringing you the continuing saga of GridLink and other difficulties. Today, GridLink reported a total failure to return the 50% of their system that had failed earlier this week. They also reported that the system failure was was such that they have been unable to re-route the control systems to the 50 percent of the system that remains unaffected. This continues to cause traffic snarls and massive inconvienences for commuters. Other problems seem to be appearing in Boston as well, as the police have reported several malfunctioning traffic control systems, apparently affecting around 5% of the city. They have been able to control the situation. Local hospitals seem to be having difficulties still, with the number of hospitals affected expanding slowly, now up to 8, and DocWagon has begun ro report similar problems with thier clinics. Local authorities are beginning to become concerned, but with no identified source of the problems, are powerless to do anything about them except aid where they can. This has been Charlie Fingers, reporting from Boston. +++++End Trideo Download+++++ ]<<<<< -- Trideo Pirate <15:22:10/10-23-55> >>>>>[ Believe it or not, the Posse is back after a long tour in the jungles of southeast asia. Don't ever ask us about what we did. On other notes: Does anybody have any biz for six rogue warriors? We await a reply.]<<<<< -- CyberWraith <16:25:23 / 10-23-55> >>>>>[Thanks for all the response, folks! As promised, here's the list of the surplus catalog's contents. if you're interested in anything you see, then let me hear you via the matrix. +++++Download: UO's Surplus Catalog AQUATIC VEHICLES: SAR-33 Fast Strike Boat Sar-38 Ligth Reconnaissance Craft Napco Raider Halon Skimmer AIRCRAFT: A-6E Intruder A-7E Corsair A-10 Thudnerbolt A-37B Dragonfly AN-26 Curl AV-8B Harrier 2 Mitsubachi C-130 E Hercules C-160T Transall CV-22 Osprey Dragonfly Ultralight F-1 Mirage F-6 F-111 Aardvark F-5E Tiger II G-91 IA-58 Pucara Jaguar Panavia Tornado PS-1 Cargo Floatplane Su-7 Su-20 Su-24 Fencer Su-25 Frogfoot HELICOPTERS A-109A Hirundo A-129 Mangusta AH-1 Cobra Ah-6 Defender AS-331 Superpuma As-350 Ecureuil Ch-54 Tarhe Skycrane H-2 Seasprite Fliedermaus Ultralight MBB Bo-105/PAH MBB BK-117 MH-53 Pave-Low II Mi-4 Hound Mi-6 Hook Mi-8 Hip Mi-10 Harke Mi-14 Haze Mi-24 Hind Mi-26 Halo Oh-58C Kiowa RAH-66 Commanche S-58 Choctaw S-61 Sea King S-65 Sea Stallion SA-321 Super Frelon SA-330 Puma SA-341 Gazelle SA-3160 Alouette AS-360 Dauphin UH-1 Iriquois Huey UH-60 Blackhawk Westland Lynx Buyers Guide: Aria's Picks: A-10 Thunderbolt "A Masterful ground attack aircraft that I prefer over the Thunderbirds. It's not very fast, but she handles beautifully and can maneuver just wonderfully in any climate. Sure, it's ugly, but so's the ares Dragon, and no one seems to complain about its effectiveness." The Wrench's Pick: Oh-58C Kiowa "A nifty little chopper. The Kiowa is easy to maneuver even though it is a bit slow. The OH-58C was originally an observer helicopter, and you may notice the equipment located on the rotor (leads which lead to nothing). That's where the laser designator went. That way the body of the chopper could hide below a hill or ridge or sand dune and tell the laser guided missiles where to go and you only had to worry about having your designator shot off." Gomer's Pick: The Fliedermaus ultralight "The electric verision is...virtually thermographically invisible." Leslie's Pick: Mi-10 Harke "You can't miss this thing coming your way. It rivals the Chinook helicopters that UCAS still uses. Quite an impressive engineering feat. It's even got a vehicle ramp" Underwold Opera would like to remind any potential customers that we ship parts and design specs, not whole vehicles. Please remember that we recommended that trained mechanical personell assemble these vehicles. We are not responsible to any injury incurred from assembly or operation of sold vehicles. If you are having problems, our staff have working models of all (except the Jaguar) and will be able to assist you.]<<<<< -- Andi Forbes (17:00:03/10-22-55) >>>>>[Well, AJ? You interested in picking up some quick cash for fixing my eye?]<<<<< -- Irish <17:31:45/23-10-55> >>>>>[I can extract you, but I'll have to organize some assitance. Anyone interested from the Seattle area doing some remote work, give me a ring at this LTG >>Encrypted<<. I'll need a decker of some kind and possibly a couple of sams. Drop me a line soon.]<<<<< -- Spellsinger (21:57:34/10-22-55) >>>>>[ Let's talk. I want to test drive a couple of these, and I have the cash up front to make it worth your while. Meet me at tonight. The place is secure, so don't make a spectacle of yourselves at the door. If you can't show leave a message at . ]<<<<< --Black Dog <11:20:15 / 10-23-55> >>>>>[ I am interested in the Aquatic vehicles. Lets make a meeting sometime at the east Docks at lake michigan. I don't have the money up front, but just let me tell you I have more than enough money. So my credit and word is good. If I see one I like, then we will discuss money. Also do you deliver to where we want it after buying. For this is not for me, its for Papa, and he lives in Thunder Bay. Please let me know]<<<<< -- Tarkis <07:21:13 / 10-23-55> >>>>>[ I went to do some research on this fellow I killed in a white suit and pointy hat. Much to my surprise it was a racial human group, that is against metahumans. Now I am even more confused. For the thing in the white rob and pointy hat was a Metahuman himself. Why would a metahuman go around and dress like the group they are against and kill humans? I am going to have to do some data Jacking to find out more about this. If anyone has any idea on what is going on, please inform me.]<<<<< -- Tarkis <07:25:36 / 10-23-55> >>>>>[Mornin, I'm air lifting people out of Chicago. So far I've got Kovak, in a very hurt condition, Zactof, and myself. I'm using my C-260 Titan. We should reach Seattle later today if all goes well.]<<<<< -- Tunnel-Rat (08:18:34/10-24-94) *****Private: Kovak >>>>>[ Hey Kovak I heard that you are flying out to Seattle. I am heading that way later. I first have to see about purchasing an Aquatic Vehicle for Papa. ANd I want to find out more about this metahuman dressing up in white outfit with pointy hat. I will be there in about 5 days or so.]<<<<< -- Tarkis <08:45:00 / 10-24-55> ***** Private: Tunnel Rat >>>>>[Is it safe to assume you've got a full crew for your '260? How about mods? Is it just a stock, no-frills model? If it is, are you game for some modifications? I'll call Kabuki Man later and ask if he can use a plane that sized.]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (09:00:12 / 10-24-55) >>>>>[Ya know somebody loves you when she can kiss you and you've got two-day old puke breath.]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (09:01:00 / 10-24-55) >>>>>[Another pointless point: I've forgotten my feelings for Seattle. There's just nowhere like Seattle. The Space Needle, the Arcology, coffee stqands everywhere, non-stop rain, go-gangs, tribals, the Arcology, the Azzie Pyramid, the Home of the Night of Rage.... God, I loathe this town. Course, I'll be the first to admit that San Fran's not exactly a garden spot, either...]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (09:05:55 / 10-24-55) ***** Not to: Spark >>>>>[I wonder if we should tell Spark we got him thoroughly hammered for no reason, now? And two-thumbs up for the Dante-Wrecking Crew. Damn impressive. Call me the next time you're in SF so I can buy you all a lot of beers!]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (09:07:00 / 10-24-55) >>>>>[Hey *cough* Freddy. I'll look you up. But then again, if we all so up in San Fran. it might be a good idea to pack. That town would never be the same. *Grin* Anyone see 'Punk?]<<<<< -David 'Drake' Etherial <10:43:22/10-24-55> >>>>>[Hah. I've already made it back to Seattle. A little forethought, a little planning, and a few greased palms does the trick. I'm still kickin around. Not outside for awhile. Don't exactly look healthy.]<<<<< -Cyberpunk <11:47:33/10-24-55> >>>>>['Singer. You might not need a decker. In here, I'm fairly competent. It's just that I'm not using the best I have. Sable shouldn't be around. Hell, I might be able to pull the pass routine. I just have to go west soon.]<<<<< -The Unknown <10:49:21/10-24-55> >>>>>[What about me?]<<<<<< -Threadz <10:55:01/10-24-55> >>>>>[Wha?!? Threadz! I told you GO HOME! Now! Before I have to engage protocul.]<<<<< -The Unknown <11:40:56/10-24-55> >>>>>[Send me that catalog.]<<<<< -- Christopher Tarleton *****Private to: Freddy Frypp >>>>>[Yes, that's true. I do hope you like the house, though.]<<<<< -- Christopher Tarleton ***** PRIVATE: Spellsinger >>>>>[ Spellsinger, I can take the job in the Matrix department.. I'm kind of between engagements at the moment, so this would be a good time. Send me some more details. You can reach me at >>encrypted<< if you wish to discuss this further.]<<<<< -- Neuron Basher < 16:42:24/10:24:55 > >>>>>[Etherial had a good point... maybe I just better buy a few dozen rounds here in Seattle.....*grin*]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (10:45:23 / 10-24-55) ***** Private: Chris Tarleton >>>>>[Where in the hell did you and Patricia go? But anyway, yeah, I do like this place. Must be from having a woman around all of the time... it feels... I dunno... comfortable, I guess.]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (10:47:59 / 10-24-55) *****Private: Freddy Frypp >>>>>[I see you haven't really poked around the building that much. If you get in the elevator, the button marked "Penthouse" has a key next to it. If you press that button and turn the appropriate key in the keyslot, you'll find out where she and I are staying...we figured you and Karen could use some time alone. The key is on a piece of black silk ribbon underneath one of the sound speakers. Knock on the door before entering, please.]<<<<< -- Christopher Tarleton ***** Private: Chris Tarleton >>>>>[Well of course I haven't had a chance to "poke around the building", sheesh. Hell, I've barely had time to figure out where the commode is. (And I wouldn't have found that if we hadn't.... well, you get the idea). Lessee.... Under a speaker, under a speaker, under a speaker... If I were an elevator key , where would I hide..... Bingo! We'll be right up.]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (11:56:00 / 10-24-55) *****Private to: Freddy Frypp >>>>>[I told you to knock, damn it. Interrupted us. Well, I hope you enjoy it up here. Decent view, for one.]<<<<< -- Christopher Tarleton ***** Private: WHAT >>>>>[ I enjoyed meeting you in person, but I'm afraid you just wouldn't get along with one of the other people I have hired from the job. She's quite particular with whom she works. Sorry. Perhaps our paths will cross again, though. ]<<<<< -- a Collector <13:21:30/10-24-55> ***** Private: Tarkis >>>>>[ Hmm. A favor. Most curious. It depends on the extent of the favor. After all, it's a simple job. At least that is what the one person who I have already hired has told me. And with her overall scouting report, I would have to believe her. Let us meet at >>encrypted<< to discuss terms. ]<<<<< -- a Collector <13:24:15/10-24-55> ***** Private: The Shadow >>>>>[ Come meet me at >>encrypted<< to discuss terms. I want to warn you that I have hired someone already, and she is a bit particular with whom she works. ]<<<<< -- a Collector <13:26:05/10-24-55> ***** Private: Nightingale >>>>>[ Your report was excellent. I am highly impressed. Some others are interested in the job. I'm planning to meet them at >>encrypted<<. From the requirements you stated before hiring you, I will assume that you will be there. The job needs to be done soon. Time is of the upmost importance. ]<<<<< -- a Collector <13:28:21/10-24-55> *****[Private] Spellsinger "I'm interested in helping you out. Do you need any help with magic? I'm a combat shamen (wolf totome) And very good with a smg and hand to hand combat. Contact me @ Strikes-Like-Lightning 3:34:20pm/10-24-55 *****Private: a Collector >>>>>[ Ah the favor you ask, there might not be a favor if you tell me what the artifact is. If it is to my liking to find, I will do it for free, just so I can look at it and observe its art. I will meet you at the >>encrypted<<. I need to know everything you already know about it. Who is the charming lady who has already been hired. I am looking forward in getting this job done for you.]<<<<< -- Tarkis <15:39:03 / 10-24-55> *****PRIVATE: Interpol Special Branch >>>>>[Put the Raven decker file in the temporarily inactive folder. We won't put it into the Dead folder until we have definate proof of her demise.]<<<<< -- Commander Drake, Interpol <15:45:31/10-24-55> >>>>>[I will apologize to those of you who knew Raven for her untimely demise, but she was a criminal, responsible for the deaths of thousands in Seattle, among other crimes against humanity and individuals. I personally would much rather see her on trial for her crimes, but perhaps her death in fleeing from the law as so many of you do will convince a few of you to change your unlawful ways. If this happens, then her death was not in vain and she will have posthumously redeemed herself where she could or would not in life.]<<<<< -- Commander Drake, Interpol <15:50:23/10-24-55> >>>>>[Frag off and die, Drake. Raven will be missed, but not by you, I'm sure. And if it wasn't for the vow that Raven made Cat swear, and my personal honor and friendship toward Raven and what she was, I'd come and visit you in the night with my quiver of personalized arrows and plant one through your skull for what you did. But that won't bring her back. And you aren't worth the effort. My condolences to those who were Raven's friends. She will be missed....]<<<<< -- Action Jackson <15:54:17/10-24-55> >>>>>[Goodbye, Raven. May you find the peace and comfort of the grave more to your liking than the chaos of the living world.]<<<<< -- Diana, Mistress of the Night <15:56:36/10-24-55> >>>>>[May the Morrigan take you in her arms and carry you to the lands of the dead, and may your rebirth be one of joy and renewal.]<<<<< -- Foxey Roxey <15:59:05/10-24-55> >>>>>[Goodbye, Raven.]<<<<< -- Slash <16:00:46/10-24-55> >>>>>[Irish, I'll be happy to repair your eyes. I have some additional mods, like a Smartlink 2 upgrade, that you might be interested in, and they'll take no longer to install than the repair in the first place. I can meet you in my shop at >>>Encrypted<<< tonight, or tomorrow night. You'll be out in an hour.]<<<<< -- Action Jackson <16:03:45/10-24-55> >>>>>[Ms. Roxey, this is Little dragn....er, LIttLe DraGon....sorry, Val..... Little Dragon, saying that Uncle Hermit and I just got back from down near the caribeen....Carribean, and we habe, uh, have Adrienne here safely. Please come over, ma'am, to get her. Please.]<<<<< -- LIttle Dragn <16:06:34/10-24-55> >>>>>[WHAT?!!! *****Link Terminated*****]<<<<< -- Foxey Roxey <16:07:38/10-24-55> >>>>>[ can someone hear me *****interference***** I repeat I started to get to close to these metahumans plans. They found out about it and they are trying to kill me. There plane is to dress up in the white Robs and kill humans. Please help me. Oh crap gotta run again, i think they found me again! Please respond and help me, anyone.]<<<<< -- Tarkis <17:00:00 / 10-24-55> >>>>>[I need an assist---I gotta come up with some gunz for a gig this friday. If anyone can get me a minigun, drek-load of ammo, and a rifle-style grenade launcher, that would be slick. Nuyen is involved.]<<<<< -- Facesmasher <18:52:05/10-24-55> *****PRIVATE: Collector >>>>>[I shall be there. I hope this is on the level...]<<<<< -- Shadow <18:28:15/10-24-55> ***** Private: Tarkis >>>>>[Gimme a pickup point and time and I'll be there. Watch your back, son.]<<<<< -- Ripley <18:43:22/10-24-55> >>>>>[A Smartlink II, you say? I'm most definetly interrested. I'm no medico, but I think somethings fragged up in either the nerves or the connectors in my "good" eye as well. Images keep fading in & out, or going red for a few minutes (nice effect, but anoying after awhile). Be down in a few.]<<<<< -- Irish <22:50:50/24-10-55> >>>>>[Hang on a damn minute! I'm no traveling salesman and I'm not about to joyride our inventory out of the Seattle area. If you are interested in the equipment, then you HAVE TO COME TO SEATTLE! I'm not gonna take any of our rapid strike boats or A-10s out to Chicago, pop open the trunk and showcase the lastest of our collection. We'll be happy to show you the materials we have acquired, but you need to come to Seattle. If you want to buy, then great, we'll ship the parts out to you. Like I said before, all of this stuff is in crates. We don't have 25 hangars available to assemple all the aircraft. The warehouses we do have for showcasing aircraft are cramped and a Godsend if I ever saw one. All of this stuff comes non-assembled, but with specs and assembly directions. For an extra fee, one of our trained mechanics will fly out to you and assemble the machines where you are. In the seattle area, we can be contacted at LTG >>encrypted<< for arrangement of tours and purchases.]<<<<< -- Andi Forbes (00:47:32/10-25-55) ***** PRIVATE: Neuron Basher, the Unknown, Strikes-Like Lightning >>>>>[I will be able to extract this weekend. However, now that I know what threat is in store for us, I need to know how much compensation the team is to receive for such extraction. Please respond soon.]<<<<< -- Spellslinger (00:55:14/10-25-55) ***** PRIVATE: Tarkis >>>>>[It seems as if you are having some Metahuman relations problems. If you need a quick enrollment in a long-term social relations class, I will be in the area in the near future. I could then pick you up and bring you to Seattle for some safer studies of the metahumanis, er, metahuman race.]<<<<< -- Spellslinger (00:59:45/10-25-55) ***** Private: Chris Tarleton >>>>>[I finally remembered what I was meaning to tell you last night. Yeah, that is one helluva view you've got up there and I almost got to see it before she kicked my ass outta there.]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (09:00:00 / 10-25-55) *****Private to: Freddy Frypp >>>>>[What'd you need to tell me? BTW, you're cordially invited to dinner with us tonight, 2100. Clothing of a suitable nature shall be provided. Decent clothing. I'm not *that* much into voyeurism.]<<<<< -- Christopher Tarleton >>>>>[Hoi, chummers, I'm back in town after an exciting trip north. It's getting cold up old Calgary way. Look, I was informed by my loving wife, that the meet for the peninsula run will be taking place at Dante's inferno this afternoon. It was the only time our contact had free. So, it's basically not a discussion of when is good for us, it's when is good for him. As a rule, Inferno doesn't like weapons. So, don't take your guns to town. I'm watching the sight from the security system at Dante's (Oh, the wonders of knowing the owner.) So, the following people need to show up if at all possible, Aardvark, Dancing Dragon, Basilisk, Tiny, Jasmine, and Backlash. Jasmine, you of course already know this. If you will be unable to attend, let Jasmine know. Send her private mail. As soon as we get a full transcript of the meet, I'll post it]<<<<< -- Shields < 9:35:00/10-25-55 > ***** Private: Chris Tarleton >>>>>[C'mon, you know me better than that. I've always got at least one shark-skin suit within arm's reach. I just forgot my razor, that's all. Ah, well Jac likes his beard... maybe it'll make me look more distinguished. Yeah, fat chance. Oh, yeah, and Spark says "hi". And Basilisk is doing amazingly well even if he is sharing an apartment with Spark....]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (11:50:00 / 10-25-55) >>>>>[ Drake, has anyone told ya that ya are a complete and total blockheaded moron? Ah was hope'in that maybe ya got a brain when ya got the cute frills, but it looks like they just couldn't fit it in there with everything else ya got during the major comestic surgery. What Ahm trying ta tell ya is that Raven NEVER killed 1000 people. Why in the hell would she want to let Gamma-Anthrax out inta Seattle? Ah have seen the files ya keep, under her physicological overview it discribes her as willing ta kill but not on a mass scale, rather she will kill single people or small groups there of. Now, does her letting Gamma-Anthrax out inta Seattle fit your profile on her? Heck, there are people in other departments that say she wouldn't have done it, Ah've checked. Your problem is in the fact that ya can't let go, once ya got that idea in your head, it would take a sledge hammer ta it before ya will change your opinion. Now, ya know why she was in Seattle at the time, she claimed ta have been trying ta find Dante, who Ah might add, is capable, according ta your files, capable of mass destruction and death. Isn't it just slightly possible that Dante was the cause of all those deaths? Is that 'informant' who told ya it was Raven all that reliable? Do ya even know who the 'informant' was? Ah hope that gives ya something ta think about. Oh, and the reason why we are criminals is that we don't have a budget in the 100 billions.]<<<<< -- Circuit Breaker *****Private: Ripley >>>>>[ ok thanx for responding, they are still hunting me and it seems that I am going to have to leave town. I know to much now, i know there whole plan. I have to leave town and tell someone. I am hiding out at an abandoned warehouse. Its 3 blocks from the south docks, you will know the building by the sign in front of it. The sign is a stop sign with freedom spelt in spraypaint on it. Each word is in a diff color, and it is spelt like this "FREEdom" ok..when you come just knock on the main door 10 times then wait 30 seconds and knock once more. I will know it is you. Please hurry, I am afraid to go out, and I need food and water. ]<<<<< -- Tarkis <12:30:55 / 10-25-55> *****Private: Spellslinger >>>>>[ Sounds good to me, I will meet you there when I get there. I need to escape these metahumans now, they are trying to kill me. ANd I plan to go to Seattle for a couple of things anyway. If I don't show up its because i was killed or got kidnapped.]<<<<< -- Tarkis <12:34:45 / 10-25-55> >>>>>[ Looks like i am heading to Seattle anyway. I will arrange meetings there. But first I must get some other problems outa the way, i am sorta in trouble. Can't say anything more, oh crap have to go...bye]<<<<< -- Tarkis <12:36:36 / 10-25-55> >>>>>[Herr Shields, i will being at the meet.]<<<<< -- Basilisk <18:56:44 GMT/25.Oct.55> *****Private to: Freddy Frypp >>>>>[What have you two been up to these days? Karen stopped by the apt. this morning and said hello. She looked pretty damn happy.]<<<<< -- Christopher Tarleton ***** Private: Basilisk, Aardvark, Dancing Dragon, BackLash, Tiny, Jasmine >>>>>[+++++ Begin Matrix Download: Inferno Meet +++++ The lights glow red as usual. Hell at Dante's Inferno never +++++ changes. It's always clean, almost too clean. Jasmine sits at a +++++ table in a booth there. A bearded dwarf sits by her side. There +++++ is a crescent wrench sticking out of his flannel shirt pocket. +++++ Obviously some kind of fixer or mechanic. +++++ Jasmine steps to the door of the room to meet the incoming group of +++++ people. Basilisk, Aardvark, Dancing Dragon (DD from this point on for +++++ speed), and Tiny (an Ork who looks huge compared to the short delicate +++++ frame of Jasmine. The dwarf stands and allows everyone else to sit at +++++ the table. Jasmine assures everyone it's alright. Boy, if I were there +++++ in the flesh, I'd really question not having at least one person +++++ standing, but this is Dante's. It's secure. +++++ Jasmine introduces the dwarf as Edmond Rothchild a mechanic/fixer friend +++++ of hers from the north end of the Sprawl. He promptly begins to give a +++++ full rundown of recent events. (Rothchild) "Orks are dying. Now, I don't claim to be a real Ork lover, no offense to you Mr. Tiny, but I don't like seein' noone die the way these people did." (Jasmine) "How did they die?" (Rothchild) "About a year ago, a group of roughly thrity orks moved up to the old bunkers at Fort Casey on Whidbey Island. I think you fellows already know this story. Anyway, someone, probably a policlulb, decides to Gas the place. This is where I got involved. I was working on a car for a Renraku mid-level manager. I opened the hood of his Mitsubishi Nughtsky, beautiful vehicle, when I got a whiff of some sort of "pesticide". Now, I've used my share of 'cides. My wife grows cucumbers and every year we gotta spray for cabbage worms, damn'd things just eat right through the buds. Anyway, this stuff was potent. My eyes started to sting, and I even felt a little giddy." (Basilisk) "Herr Rothchild, Did you get a sample?" (Rothchild) "Couldn't, it dissipated too quick. Now, I can't be sure, but I think it's because my garage is extremely well ventilated. I've got fans all over the place because of the painting work I do. I'd be willing to bet that there's still a residue in the old tunnels up at Fort Casey." (Jasmine) "I take it the first thing we need to do is get a sample from the tunnels at Fort Casey." (Rothchild) "Now, my lady friend, you are jumping the gun. There's mroe to this than just the gas. Remember where I got my whiff?" (Aardvark) "Renraku! That car was a Renraku fleet car." (Tiny) "Well, that makes things sticky. Anyone have any contacts at 'Raku?" (Jasmine) "Live ones? Not any more." +++++ The romm gets silent for a moment as people try to figure out Jasmine's +++++ statement. (Tiny) "I want to know where the policlub tie is?" (Jasmine) "The club calling themselves, "Earth's True Children" has done things similar to this before. I remember a few years back, they gassed a Troll community. Above and beyond that, they have reportedly taken credit for running the orks out of Fort Casey. (Aardvark) "Whoa, Jas, that doesn't mean that they gassed 'em. This smells like a setup to me." (Rothchild) "Excuse me, people. I haven't finished yet. My contact at Renraku, the fellow who had the car, claims that this is another attempt by ETC to frame Renraku for discriminatory specieist attacks." +++++ The door's opening. "Jasmine, I thought you told me you'd gotten a +++++ private room. The door's opening." Jasmine reaches her hand to her ear. (Jasmine) "Looks like we have company folks!" +++++ Jasmine jumps up on the tabnle and pulls a small pistol from her pocket. +++++ Well, heh, heh, my wife actually smuggled a pistol past security. She +++++ never ceases to amaze me. ((Rothchild) "Stop, he's with me." +++++ A tall dark haired stranger steps into the room. He takes off his +++++ longcoat and drapes it over a chair. (Check) "My name is Check. I'm a manager in the R&D department at Renraku. My associates and I have reason to believe that the corporation is being set up by Earth's True Children to take the blame for a number of occurences that you are all aware of. Since Renraku cannot afford to bring the spotlight onto itself at this time, we need to hire a group of Shadowrunners, as illegal as that may be, to look into this situation. Edmond has informed me of your price, and I find it reasonable. Renraku is willing to pay 250,000 nuyen a person with all equipment expenses covered. You will receive 100,000 at the end of this meeting. This is included in the final total. You will also be receiving another 100K for expoenses like gas masks, transportation, and whatever else you might deem necessary. Edmond, I trust that you will deal with this transaction accordingly. I have given Edmond full authority to give whatever information you need. Since I was not originally supposed to be here. I need to leave. If anyone ever asks you, I was never here." +++++ Then he left. Sheesh, that was wierd. (Jasmine) "Wait, what if we have questions. We don't know him!" +++++ Oh boy, she's pissed. (Rothchild) "If you have questions, you can address them to me and I'll do my best to answer them. If it is absolutely necessary, I can set up another meet with Check. What about the offer? Are you interested?" (Jasmine) "Since I know the Ork who originally found the bodies at Fort Casey and followed them to the penninsula to Port Townsend, I feel it is my duty to be involved. I'm in. The money's good too." (Basilisk) "Herr Rothchild, I also am in." +++++ Everyone else agrees. Rothchild brings an ebony credstick out of his +++++ jacket and does some dealing with Basilisk who has his deck with him. +++++ Jasmine and I set up a private account for this run, so we can divvy +++++ up money as we go. +++++ Rothchild leaves. +++++End Download]<<<<< -- Shields <13:00:01/10-25-55> >>>>>[So guys, what do we do next? Do we want to hit Fort Casey and try and find this nerve gas or whatever itis?]<<<<< -- Jasmine < 13:55:00/10-25-55 > *****Private Jasmine, Basilisk, Aardvark, Backlash, Tiny, Shield >>>>>[I'd recommend checking out this nerve gas. I'd hate to enter Fort Casey and get affected by whatevere thsi stuff is. After we find a suitable protecton and counteragent, then we could be safe from any lefft over gas. What say the rest of you chummers?]<<<<< -- Dancing Dragon < 16:04:57/10-25-55 > *****Private: Jasmine, Basilisk, Aardvark, Backlash, Tiny, Dancing Dragon >>>>>[Just as a note, guys, we do have the funds to buy masks, detox kits, and whatever else we might need. Or, if you know anyone you don't like, we could send them in just to see what happens. Experimentation is okay if done in moderation.]<<<<< -- Shields < 14:30:00/10-25-55 > *****Private: Dancing Dragon, Basilisk, Aardvark, Backlash, Tiny, Shields >>>>>[You are very sick, Shields. However, don't you know some guys at Fuchi? I agree with Dancing D on this one.]<<<<< -- Jasmine < 14:31:00/10-25-00 > >>>>>[Drake, you FRAGGER! Just get the frag out of here. Raven was a friend. And if I was as misinformed as you, and had as closed mind, I'd be walking the streets vigilante style. Get a brain. Even then, you'd still only have half a brain. FRAG OFF! And I hope some runner catches you with your proverbial pants down. And makes something else anatomically possible.]<<<<< -The Unknown <17:49:24/10-25-55> >>>>>[Alright. I need some information here. I've been doing some pretty major research here on magic, and totems in par- ticular. I've been researching stuff from all over the world. And there's one thing that sticks out. Insect shamans. They're on the rise, as many of you have probably noticed. Toxics are bad enough, but...somehow, with Toxics, at least you know where you stand. Now, my point. I'm trying to figure out WHY they're on the rise...and if any- one knows what to do about it. More specifically, I'm wondering if anyone has any spells they're willing to share concerning them. It's just getting a little bit...uncomfortable reseraching them. Thanks for any information.]<<<<< -- Solonus <21:40:11/10-25-55> *****Private: Solonus >>>>>[Solonus, I think you're getting a little too deep in this. What's going on out there?]<<<<< -- Quickling <21:42:11/10-25-55> *****Private: Quickling >>>>>[Don't worry. I know what I'm doing.]<<<<< -- Solonus <21:44:31/10-25-55> *****Private: Solonus >>>>>[Bugs? You need bug stuff? I got bug stuff. You in Chicago, no? You meet me at lakeside, address >>ENCRYPTED<<, no? I see you there.]<<<<< -- Dron <21:52:51/10-25-55> *****Private: Dron >>>>>[Alright. I'll be there.]<<<<< -- Solonus <21:54:17/10-25-55> *****Private: Solonus >>>>>[I got some stuff on insects. If you want a list... +++++ Upload: Bugger.Files LTG's in there, if you need it.]<<<<< -- Jake <22:12:24/10-25-55> *****Private: Jake >>>>>[Thanks, I'll take a look at that...]<<<<< -- Solonus <22:14:15/10-25-55> *****Private: Jake >>>>>[Damn! Nice resume, there! I'm calling you up...that's NICE information. Where'd you get it? Never mind...I'll just call.]<<<<< -- Solonus <23:54:47/10-25-55> >>>>>[How consoling, Commander. I'm so glad you took the time to say "I care- NOT!" Goddamn you-]<<<<< -- Cat Dancing <22:45:07/10-25-55> >>>>>[I'm sorry, everyone. *snif* Circuit Breaker, thanks. I'll be at your get-together if I can. I want to see you al again, before...whatever...comes. Shade and sweet water.]<<<<< -- Cat Dancing <23:19:46/10-25-55> >>>>>[ I can't believe we didn't hear about this, but it's strange how quiet life can get when you _accidently_ leave your sat up-link behind when you go out into the jungle. Seriously though, I would appreciate a quick run-down of what happened in the past few months. Post direct to >>>LTG#<<<. Peace out. ]<<<<< --CyberWraith <21:31:34 / 10-25-55> *****PRIVATE: Jasmine >>>>>[Frau Jasmine, i can propbably be analysing the gas for you if we can becoming a sample. I will be need access to a chromatograph and some other equipments. Here are the list and specifications of things i need: +++++include: equip.list I will going out with Spark tonight, he is very fun, so i maybe am not getting a reply before tomorrow. I hope there is no problems with the equipments.]<<<<< -- Basilisk <11:10:48 GMT/26.Oct.55> *****Private: Freddy Frypp >>>>>[Freddy she's modified and somewhat versatile. Last three runs, she either got used for air to ground missiles, bomb runs, floating gunship, or tactical base. The 260 is carrying got ECM/ECCM 4/4. I also got 50 Colt M-23's and 10 Ingram Valiant LMGs in the bottom of the plane for sale if you want them. Finaly, I'm the only crew for the transport. If I need to, I usually hire a merc rigger to fly for really interresting jobs. Most of the time I can run it though, I'm not a rigger. I'm parked at an out of the way hangar at SEATAC. Gotta go through security before I can leave the plane and make some errands.]<<<<< -- Tunnel-Rat (08:03:55/10-26-55) *****Private: Andi Forbes >>>>>[Lets discuss the C-130 Hercules.]<<<<< -- Tunnel-Rat (08:05:45/10-26-55) ***** PRIVATE: Spellslinger >>>>>[ Well, considering that I am currently between engagements, I could help you out for >>encrypted<< =Y=. Of course, that is only an estimate.. I need more details before I can give you a definite pricing. ]<<<<< -- Neuron Basher < 16:05:26/10-26-55 > ***** PRIVATE: Jasmine >>>>>[ Jasmine, I could use some of that initial cred from that Check fragger. I have some equipment that I need to procure from my fixer before we make this run. Also, I think that getting gas-masks for the entire team would be well advised at this point, before we proceed. Also, if anyone else needs any weapons/armor, let me know. I have a very reliable fixer, and since I am going to pick up my stuff, I could always get some more equipment from him.]<<<<< -- Tiny < 16:15:26/10-26-55 > ***** Private: Tunnel Rat >>>>>[So she's a warbird, huh? Sorry, I don't think we can use it. She's just a liiittttttttlllllleeee too big for flyin' downtown. I can ask around if you're looking for work, though. Anywhere in particular, besides Aztlan?]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (10:30:00 / 10-26-55) ***** Private: Chris Tarleton >>>>>[]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (10:30:47 / 10-26-55) ***** Private: Jasmine >>>>>[If you're thinking of taking gas masks along on your run, to avoid the, uh, I don't think pesticide is the right word, but, uh, help me out here..... Anyway, think about using, maybe, compressed gas rigs. The Dante physical team carried straight gas masks and remember what happened to them. I'm convinced overpressure rigs would have really helped them. You might want to consider them if you even vaguely expect a physical contact. Even if one of these gets knocked loose, they'll still be pushing out breatheable gasses, and hopefully pushing away any toxins. They can get pretty heavy, but I think they might be worth it. If you decide to use them, I can probably get some sent up from the home office. Just my dime's worth, inflation ya know.]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (10:35:56 / 10-26-55) ***** Private: Freddy Frypp >>>>>[Mr. Frypp, Your darn tootin' it's none of your business. Also, how did you intercept a private transmission? Nevertheless, your suggestion is a good one. I appreciate the thought. Could you try and get me information on cost. It might be nice to have a few of those CGR's. I'd actually thought about that. Or maybe just a full detox suit. (As a snake shaman, I have a number of protective foci for detox, so I'm pretty much okay, I think.) I'll pass the word on to the rest of the team. Thanks again.]<<<<< -- Jasmine < 9:05:34/10-26-55 > ***** Private: Jasmine >>>>>[Uh, Jas, I just kinda figured that you'd probably want some kind of protection from the gases you mentioned earlier. Gas masks were probaly your first pick. I just figured it had been discussed and decided that maybe gas masks should get taken along. I know I would take one. I didn't intercept squat. As long as you promise to give them back in as many pieces as I give you, I'll loan you some of ours.]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (11:12:00 / 10-26-55) *****Private: Freddy Frypp >>>>>[Told you so.]<<<<< -- Christopher Tarleton ***** Private: Freddy Frypp >>>>>[Sorry, Freddy, but in my records, there has been no poublic discussion of this run. I may be wrong, and my records could be incomplete. Anyway, We could probably use three of those GCR rigs. Just let me know where to pick them up and I'll get 'em today.]<<<<< -- Jasmine < 9:40:00/10-26-55 > *****PRIVATE: Spark >>>>>[Herr Spark, where do you wanting to go tonight? You want good food, or just cheap drinkings? By the way, you learn quickly on those programs. Sorry they are in German, but maybe i can translating them for you.]<<<<< -- Basilisk <17:15:55 GMT/26.Oct.55> ***** Private: Jasmine >>>>>[Sure, maybe there hasn't been anything public about the run itself, but you mentioned the problem at hand. And if you didn't, hey, I'm Freddy Frypp! I'm precognicient! If you want the rigs, it'll be a day or so before I can get them here. They are in San Fran, if you'll recall. Can I just get them FedEx-ed somewhere? They are, after all, just nice, legal, full- mask SCUBA rigs, so we can get away with that.]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (12:20:12 / 10-26-55) ***** Private: Basilisk >>>>>[Uh, I dunno, maybe both, I guess. I'm still kinda overwhelmed. This is some neat stuff!]<<<<< -- Spark (13:30:00 / 10-26-55) *****Private: Jasmine >>>>>[G'day Jasmine. I need to know what equipment we might be needing on this walkabout of yours. I've got the weapons and armor covered. Also, what transportation do you have lined up? If we need something, I might be able to pull some strings and get us what we need. I have a request that I believe makes sense. It looks like the entire team will have gas masks and respirators which is great. But I also have an addition to my body which will filter out gases. With this addition and the respirators I think I am probably the safest member on the team. I would like to take point on this run for the protection of the others. If the gas is so bad it kills or incapacitates me, then the team will be alerted and be able to seek an alternate way. Think of me as an early warning system who moves really fast. You can contact me at >>Encrypted<< for the response to the above.]>>>>> --Backlash <13:50:50/10-26-55> >>>>>[ Can you BELIEVE the nerve of this guy?!? ]<<<<< -- Hangtime <13:59:55/10-26-55> >>>>>[ Who? Drake? ]<<<<< -- Sonic Boom <14:00:00/10-26-55> >>>>>[ Yeah, this Commander Yes-I-killed-Raven-but-I'm-real-sorry-about-it Drake. Fragger geeks someone and has the fragging gall to say that he feels bad about it ... didn't look that way to ME on the news report. ]<<<<< -- Hangtime <14:00:13/10-26-55> >>>>>[ Ya know, Drake, I used to just think you were just another overzealous cop that's just a little bit crazy. Now I'm sure you need to have a long, hear-to-heart talk with Mr. Reality. How can you sit there and apologize for something you not only did, but WANTED to do? Don't feed us this play-innocent drek that you wanted her alive. Capping off that many shots while while cursing like that runs kinda against such statements of intent. You wanted her pumped full of lead ... a real professional would have realized there'd a been another time. In fact, I might EVEN suggest you didn't want the sniper to shoot her 'cause you wanted to do it yourself -- but that's just me. THEN, you come off and say you're sorry. That's a LIE. From the way you acted, I'm surprised you're not openly jumping for joy -- The great Commander Drake finally having delivered justice! But was it justice? For one, If most of your operations end up that way (I mean with the suspect showered in a hail of bullets lead instead of arrested) then you deliver your "justice" with all the finesse of someone repairing a watch with a hammer and chisel! Spirits, man, I've seen razorboys act better than that! And you talk about her crimes, of redeeming herself, which only convinces me you've got your head shoved so far up your ass you're chewing on your tonsils. She was to stand trial, right? That means she ain't been found guilty yet, Drake! She died INNOCENT of those "crimes" ... BY YOUR HAND. Think about that next time you feel like walking on water ... or begin that "More Lawful Than Thou" spiel of yours. You're not sorry, don't say otherwise. ]<<<<< -- Jack Hack <14:02:28/10-26-55> ***** Private: Aardvark, Backlash, Basilisk, Tiny, Dancing Dragon >>>>>[Freedy Frypp has offered the use of some Compressed Gas Respirators. (i.e. SCUBA tanks.) These might be handy, but I'm not sure if they are necessary. I will be getting them from him sometime in the next day. Backlash, it sounds like you are prepared for the gas situation. I also have a pretty decent protection agains the toxins. Until further notice, lets consider you to be point. Now, for transportation, I have borrowed a friend's van. I can drive. Basilisk, I will be wearing a number of sensors. In fact, I have a set for each person in the crew. Anyway, Bas, I want you to tie these into your deck directly. It's a simple hack that Shields can set for you. These sensors will keep track of our vitals. I'll talk more with you about it offline. Judging from the conversations thus far, I guess we're heading up to Whidbey Island. If we can get everything together, we'll do the run tomorrow. That'll give us time to hit whatever contacts we need.]<<<<< -- Jasmine < 12:25:00/10-26-55 > *****PRIVATE: Kovak >>>>>[Haven't heard from you in a while, and it started to get a little boring out here. Heard a dirty little rumor you've made it to Seattle via a Titan trasnport, with you bleeding all over the place. Taking on Humanis a little more difficult when you're not acting like a terrorist? Such is life in the shadows. Still interested in our little duel? I'm a little bored with the idea now, but...And just in case you hadn't heard, like you were in a coma or something, I did get Aerich out safely. He was able to cast his first spell. Only a low power power bolt, but still, with all the mind benders Humanis had him on, it's a great improvement. We figure by the weekend he should be back up to full speed.]<<<<< --the Whistler<12:50:06/10-26-55> *****PRIVATE: Kor >>>>>[I think it might be advisable if we had another meeting, soon.]<<<<< --the Whistler<12:51:27/10-26-55> *****PRIVATE: Tarkis >>>>>[Okay, just calm down. I'll be there in about two hours from now. Be ready to go.]<<<<< *****PRIVATE: Jayna >>>>>[The word just came, Jayna. Have the plane standing by.]<<<<< -- Ripley <09:44:45/10-26-55> ***** Private: The Shadow, Nightingale >>>>>[ Thank you for your wonderful work last night. I very much appreciate it. And I am sure you enjoyed the easily earned paycheck as well. Perhaps we can do business in the future. ]<<<<< -- a Collector <13:13:40/10-26-55> Private: WHAT >>>>>[ Thank you for your kind offer to come and visit me. I am looking forward to seeing you again. That is of course if you can find me. I am now outside London. ]<<<<< -- Scarface <13:15:54/10-26-55> *****Private: Ripley >>>>>[ Calm how do you xpect me to stay calm. I have been shot at over 50 times in the last two days, and I just fianlly found a place to stay safley, and now they are getting hot on my trail again. Ok I will be ready in two hours. Bring lots of guns, and don't be seen please, or i am going to go fully crazy from another fire fight.]<<<<< -- Tarkis <15:36:34 / 10-25-55> >>>>>[Frag you, Bruce. You never get back in touch with me, even now I don't know where the frag you are, but I've gotten drek-tired of waiting for you to contact me, so I'm contacting you. Expect a visitor, wherever in the world you are. Micheal, go find the son-of-a-slitch.]<<<<< -- Diana, Mistress of the Night <20:04:03/10-26-55> >>>>>[Right. Bruce, mon, I'm comin your way. If ya see a tall black mon wearin a tophat and carryin a bone cane, that's me.]<<<<< -- The Baron <20:05:44/10-26-55> *****PRIVATE: Caine >>>>>[Are you well, Caine? I cannot apologize enough, but it appears that mutual enemies have once again found us. I believe that the snipers who tried to kill us both were the same people who took me, thinking I was dead, to a ripperdoc before I killed the doc and escaped with my limbs intact. Please, perhaps it would be better for you to set the place next time we meet. It seems I may be being followed, and some of my skills are a little rusth.]<<<<< -- The Chameleon <20:11:18/10-26-55> *****PRIVATE: Avatar >>>>>[Excellent work. The three of you missed me by less than a centimeter, and the shot to his shoulder was timed perfectly. I will be in touch again when we meet a second time. Perhaps he will open himself to me more now that we have been through a "shared danger."]<<<<< -- Ms. V <20:13:35/10-26-55> *****PRIVATE: Ms. V >>>>>[Perhaps. I know you wish to finish what you started so many years ago, but don't underestimate Caine. He will not be easy to control, nor to destroy in the manner you have planned.]<<<<< -- Avatar <20:15:04/10-26-55> *****PRIVATE: Avatar >>>>>[I am well aware of this. He has my respect, and will have it even when I finally kill him and lay his body at the TT offices.]<<<<< -- Ms. V <20:16:49/10-26-55> *****PRIVATE: Tarkis >>>>>[We're en route to you now. Just keep out of sight!]<<<<< -- Ripley <17:25:33/10-26-94> *****PRIVATE: Jayna >>>>>[Make sure the weapons on both vehicles are primed. We've gotta move now.]<<<<< -- Ripley <17:26:00/10-26-55> *****Private: Ripley >>>>>[ Like I am going to come out and get shot, they know I am here in this nieborhood and are everywhere. I am in the filter system of the warehouse in the basement. They have checked this place already, so i don't think they are coming back any time soon. Please hurry.]<<<<< -- Tarkis <20:20:43 / 10-25-55> ***** Private: Jasmine >>>>>[Jasmine, I think it would be wise to set up a second, backup connection for those sensors. You can connect them to my deck as well, in the case of an emergency. Let me know what else you want me to do.]<<<<< -- Dancing Dragon <22:04:35 / 10-26-55> *****PRIVATE: The Chameleon >>>>>[I am relatively unharmed. I will contact you when the time is right for another meeting.]<<<<< -- Caine <21:13:49/10-26-55> ***** Private: Dante Run People and Old Friends >>>>>[ Hi folks, Cat already mentioned that Ah was planning a reunion of everyone from the Dante Run and also just having a get together ta see old friends who Ah haven't seen in a while. Its been a while for all of us, and some of us can't be with us anymore. Its going ta be a time ta go over old memories of the good times and the bad with the people who will understand. Mostly though Ah just wanted an excuse ta have a good party. The party is going ta be at >>Encrypted<<, its a meeting hall suited ta getting tagether a large group of people. There will be drinks and food, but your welcome ta bring your own specialties. From what Ah've heard Spirit is making her Chocolate Chocolate Chocolate Fudge Chocolate Chip Explosive Delight, becareful, its RICH. As for Music, well, many of you might not know, but when we were active runners, one of our members was Nova-Rock-Star Sheena, of course she wasn't Nova then, its sort of hard ta go Nova when ya don't have a SIN. Remember, its polite company, don't come in heavy armor or bring that really big gun. Most of all though - Come, the more the merrier]<<<<< -- Circuit Breaker ***** Private: Dante Run People and Old friends >>>>>[ Oppps, Ah forgot ta tell ya it Saturday]<<<<< -- Circuit Breaker *****Private: Freddy Frypp >>>>>[Freddy she can fly cargo also. I appreciate the offer of looking around for me. I would like a nice job in an exotic land. What about those guns I offered you for sale. I gotta pay the bills man.]<<<<< -- Tunnel-Rat (08:23:45/10-27-55) *****Private: the Whistler >>>>>[ Mornin folks. Whistler, I never claimed to be a great and wise shadowrunner. I had to fight terrorists. When you do that for your living you learn to fight like a terrorist. I did give you time with a straight fight against the guards. Sorry about the others stayin' to watch Aerich. The partial heavy worked great though, thanks for that. I was using a Colt M23, and let me tell you a damm nice weapon. Tell Aerich, I said get well. You'd think if we could put our dislikes aside we could actually make a good team. Gotta go, the shadow nurse is coming, so I better get back to bed.]<<<<< -- Kovak(08:50:23/10-27-55) ***** Private: Tunnel Rat >>>>>[M-23s and Valiants..... I, personally, don't much care for them, but I can think of lots of people in SF who go nuts over automatic weapons. Hmmm.... Tell, ya' what, I'll be heading out of Seattle in the next couple of days, (I just can't take it anymore). I'll be taking a freighter out again, so I'll talk to the skipper and see if he has any problems with shipping them out. If I can get them to San Fran I'll be able to sell them to a couple of really extreme wack-nut groups on the East shore. I'll have Kabuki Man call over and get a price for you. 50 M-23s and 10 Valiants, right? What are you looking to get out of them, minimum?]<<<<< -- Freddy FRypp (09:22:00 / 10-27-55) ***** Private: Jasmine >>>>>[Jas, the gear just showed up here. Can you meet me at Chin's Taki Outi, the one down on >>>Address<<< at say.... around five? Jac is always raving about their food. Well, that's what you get for being a Marine - brainwashed and a steel gut.]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (12:18:22 / 10-27-55) ***** Private: Tunnel Rat >>>>>[The best I can offer you is 25K for the M-23s. I can offer a little better deal for the Valiants - 10K for the lot of 'em. Are they used, or original? Is there ANY documentation on them AT ALL? I don't want these things traced back to you.]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (12:23:59 / 10-27-55) ***** Private: Chris Tarleton >>>>>[Ya know, this is turning into my kind of vacation. I mean, besides the obvious fun and games, I'm having a riot just being myself doing the quasi-legal things I do best, in another city.]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (12:26:19 / 10-27-55) ***** Private: Freddy Frypp >>>>>[Freddy, I'll be there to pick up the gear.]<<<<< -- Jasmine < 11:15:10/10-27-55 > *****Private to: Freddy Frypp >>>>>[Well, from what *I* seem to be hearing from Karen, you're enjoying yourself. So is she.]<<<<< -- Christopher Tarleton