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*****PRIVATE: Arrigo Conti
>>>>>[My private charter lands in Rome later this evening.  Please
designate a meeting sight for myself and the other members of the team.]<<<<<
        --the Whistler<15:44:56/1-27-56>

*****PRIVATE: Venerdi Biomedical Intervention Team
>>>>>[Okay, I don't know who the rest of you slags are, which has me a
little worried.  I'll be in Italy tonight, and I've asked Mr. Conti to
arrange a meeting place for us.  Needless to say, I trust him about as
far as I can throw him.  Get back to me ASAP so we can get this show on
the road, as they say.]<<<<<
        --the Whistler<15:48:20/1-27-56>

*****Private: Zarkon
>>>>>[ Oh man Tarkis looks just fine now..but I can't figure why he won't
wake up? I healed him as much as i can. He looks so inocent lying there.
I am glad i found you guys. Oh did you hear, Abdiel is in town
also..maybe he can come over here.]<<<<<
       -- SHal <18:27:10 / 1-26-56>

*****Private: Abdiel
>>>>>[ Hiya Abdiel..hows it going? I heard ya was in town..come ove rto
>>Encrypted<<..Tarkis, Zarkon, and I are here, lets catch up on a few
things. Tarkis is really messed up just like we would think he would end
up. And is currently unconscience...can't wait for ya to come]<<<<<
       -- Shal <18:29:34 / 1-27-56>

*****Private:Shal
>>>>>[Tarkis' body has recovered, but his spirit hasn't. His aura is
still weak. He'll probably wake up in a few days. I believe DarkLord
used some sort of direct mental attack spell... I haven't seen anything
like it before. If he doesn't wake up in a few days there's some people
I'd like to consult on it. As for Abdiel, this is just getting wierd.
Everyone is showing up suddenly.. and I don't believe in coincidences.
Who's been doing this?]<<<<<
        --  Zarkon <20:55:38 / 01-27-56>

*****Private:Abdiel
>>>>>[Tarkis, Shal, and I are at >>encrypted<<. You need
+++Download Sec1.pass.key
to get in. Follow these instructions
+++Download Sec1.pass.txt
if you don't want to be fried by security. Maybe it's just my paranoia
acting up again, but I think someone wants us all in the same place.
Will talk more when you arrive.]<<<<<
        --  Zarkon <21:01:27 / 01-27-56>

*****Private: Zarkon
<<<<<What's going on.  Apparently you havn't been getting my messages. I'm on
my way, just had to settle some old accounts with a chummer (he owed me a pair
of boots). What's this 'bout the new security. As much as I appreciate the key,
It sounds like you're in some heave <Encripted>.  Count me in if you need any
help. I'll meet you at the <Encripted>.>>>>>
        --Abdiel <21:50:50/1-27-95>

*****Private: Zarkon
>>>>>[ Yes I have noticed that...I can't even remember my whoel point of
coming here.  Its like a voice is inside me..telling me what to do. I
Looked at tarkis' aura...and well..it almost seems as it has split
itself. Like half of it isn;t there.  And your also right..it seems the
whole gang is showing up now...There is something not right. Maybe a good
night sleep will makes things seem more...or make more sense. I will
watch tarkis tonight..plus I wanna sleep next to him...I don't know
why..I just wanna sleep next to him.]<<<<<
       -- Shal <22:10:16 / 1-27-56>

*****PRIVATE:Shadow Priest
>>>>>[Yes, until Nex wakes up. I will watch her, and when I cannot, Nex has a
housekeeper who desperately needs someone to fuss over full-time. You need
not worry for her. She will be safe; we'll even make certain she can get onto
the board.]<<<<<
         --  Shekhinah  (02:40:23 GMT / 28-Jan-56)

>>>>>[I am currently seeking a young Elfin woman by the name of Caitlin
Seafear. If anyone has any information on this, please contact me discreetly
at >>encrypted<<. A substantial cash reward will be available.]<<<<<
        --  Padraig Silgareth (18:42:51 / 01-27-56)
            Director of Electronic Research
                  Information Analysis, Inc.

>>>>>[What's it to ya, chummer? The woman wants to stay lost, she should stay
lost.]<<<<<
        --  Jolly Roger (20:47:23 / 01-27-56)

>>>>>[I am, for your edification, seeking her on behalf of her parents, my
friends. They have been upset by her long absence and their inability to even
locate traces of their one-time-daughter in the public databases. Her recent
contact with me has assured me that she is not only near, but also hopelessly
over her head. Thus I am attempting to track her down before she hurts
someone else.

And by the way, chummer is a really stupid term.]<<<<<
        --  Padraig Silgareth (21:17:19 / 01-27-56)
            Director of Electronic Research
            Information Analysis, Inc.

>>>>>[Well it's certainly good to know that I used it properly.]<<<<<
        --  Jolly Roger (21:25:19 / 01-27-56)

*****NOT TO: Padraig Silgareth
>>>>>[I too seek the one called Caitlin Seafear. While I can offer neither
the cash reward nor the insolence that Mr. Silgareth seems so ready to
dispense, I can assure any provider of a means of contact that she shall not
be harmed. A virtual meet would be perfectly acceptable. Unless I am
mistaken, this would be the Shekhinah?]<<<<<
        --  Donovan Giles (22:12:24 / 01-27-56)

*****PRIVATE: Resta Hannahgunt
>>>>>[On my way, sweets. I'll expect to see you at the same ol' same ol'.
Just give me a couple hours.]<<<<<
        --  Jolly Roger (21:22:12 / 01-27-56)

*****PRIVATE: Shekhinah
>>>>>[Whatever you mean, Cait. I'll be in town in a day or six. Just keep yer
head down. Got some hunters after ya.]<<<<<
        --  Jolly Roger  (22:30:14 / 01-27-56)

*****Private: Zarkon
>>>>>[ I am starting to become scared..when i feel asleep next to
Tarkis..I could almost swear he reach out and touched me...it seemed so
real..like it was a dream..but then wasn't. I woke up..and tarkis still
didn't move form his last position..plus I felt no change in his Aura.
This is gettong spooky...At this moment..Ikeep getting flashbacks of old
times and thing I did with Tarkis. I think tarkis..is in me..and maybe in
you too. I want you to check my Aura.]<<<<<
        -- SHal <20:27:40 / 1-27-56>

*****Private: Shall
<<<<<What is this about us all being here at the same time?  Who is us all? I
just finished up my business and I should be there in a sec.  Fill me in.>>>>>
        --Abdiel <22:40:35/1-27-95>

*****Private: Abdiel
>>>>>[ Well just look, Zarkon is here, along with me and You..and
Tarkis.  ALmost the whoel gang is here. Right after Tarkis gets hurt bad
also. All except for Whipser..there is one more member. Now you gotto
tell me you still remeber our little group in Highschool. We were the
worst trouble makers. Except for me..Tarkis, Whipser, You, and Zarkon
always got in trouble. I was the one trying to keep you out. And remember
how Tarkis Loved me, he would sacre me by talking about marrying me, and
other stuff, and yet he was so serious. Now you see why things are
strange? Why all of a sudden is almost the whole gang back together?]<<<<<
        -- Shal <7:10:00 / 1-28-56>

*****Private: Shal
>>>>>[Now that you mention it, it was kinda' weird about me coming into town.
I've been hunting after this guy for quite a while now. (needless to say it was
for much more than a pair of boots). Then, last week, I found out he was in
town here, so I came to collect and got your message. I think we better figure
out what is going on here and fast.]<<<<<
        -- Abdiel <14:15:25/1-28-95>

*****Private: Zarkon, Shal
>>>>>[You know, the more I think about it the more I begin to remember...
kind'of like something happened and I'm not supposed to remember it.  When I
heard about Mills being in town I came straight here. I don't remember where I
heard it or who told me. Then Mills acted kind'a strange, (stranger than
normal) like he didn't know why he was here and he kept screaming about
voices.]<<<<<
        -- Abdiel <15:25:45 / 1-28-56>

>>>>>[Well, that could have gone better.  For any interested parties, Major
Hernaniz is no longer among the living.  The enclosed file shows how the hit
went down.  For those of you who don't know, the elf in the Ancients coat with
the Barret is Jinx, the redheaded fellow in the black leathers is Cinder, the
other elf in a long coat is Caine, the rigger is Ripley, and the tall woman
with the black hair, bomber jacket, and sunglasses is Diana.   Oh, yea, and I'm
the dwarf, Irish.

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You are looking into a dingy, rundown, hotel room.  Irish is makeing the last
adjustments to the sight of a heavy-duty sniper rifle, while Diana keeps an eye
on three men sitting in a resturant across the street.
Irish: "They doing anything?"
Diana: "No, they're still just sitting there."
Irish: "Good.  Caine, you guys in position?"
The image changes to another hotel room, also with a view of the resturant.
Jinx is sighting his Barret on the tallist of the three men, while Caine and
Cinder look on.
Caine: "We are ready."
Irish: "Cinder, whats the magical setup?"
Cinder: "Both of Hernandiz's mates are munds, but there's a pair of elementals
'overing about 'em."
Irish: "Diana?"
Diana: "The man on Hernadiz's right is masking.  There's some kind of spell on
Hernandiz . . . looks like a barrier."
Irish: "An initate level mage and a barrier?  This isn't good."
Ripley: "You have an amazing gift for understatment Irish.  How come you didn't
notice the masking Cinder?"
Jinx: "Are we going to stand here arguing or geek this guy?"
Irish: "All in due time, Jinx.  Diana, can you and Cinder break through the
barrier?"
In the resturant, Hernandiz begins talking into his wrist phone.
Diana: "With my loa to handle the elementals, and one of us dealing with the
mage, it shouldn't be to hard."
Irish: "OK, then.  You two get ..."
Ripley: "Irish!  You better listen to this!"  <static>"ell Velli that we do not
need furthure assistance from Maxim.  We are greatful for the Lone Star
security tape which revealed the identity of the assasins, but we will handle
McLeir and Caine ourselves."
Caine: "I belive we have been setup."
Jinx: "Who's this McLeir fellow?"
Irish: "Me.  Cinder, Diana, get that barrier down.  We'll deal with Maxim
later."
Both Cinder and Diana, go limp as they enter the Astral.  Almost immeaditly,
the mage with Hernandiz starts, and the slumps forward.  A second later, Diana
and Cinder stir, while the mage with Hernandiz remains still.
Diana: <gasps> "It's down!"
Almost simultainously, both Irish's and Jinx's rifles fire.  Hernandiz is
thrown backwards, while his companions dive under the table.
Jinx: "Got him!"
Irish: "Die you fragger!"
Caine: "I suggest we leave before we comence the festivities."
Irish: "Right!  Lets b..."
Suddenly several heavily armed men in Aztech security gear charge from the
resturant.
Jinx: "Drek!"
Cinder: "Not a problem mates."
There is a sound like an explosion, and the entire sec. squad is reduced to
chared meat.
Cinder: <grinning> "'tis a wounderful spell, fireball."
Diana: "Congradulate yourself later, we'll meet in the hallway."
Ripley: "Better double time it chummers, my drones are picking up a large number
of people heading your way."
Irish: "Copy.  Let's move people!"
Shortly, the two groups are going down a staircase together, with Irish and
Caine in the front, and Jinx and Cinder bring up the rear.
Irish: "Whats our status Ripley?"
Ripley: "You've got a large group comeing up from the West, and a smaller group
blocking you to the East."
Jinx: "Fine, we'll just duck out to the North and use the alleys."
Ripley: "Ah, Irish, one of the people to the East, well, it's Hernandiz."
Irish: "What the hell!"
Jinx: "Impossible!"
Cinder: "Man 'as more lives than a cat!"
Irish: "That settles it, we go East!"
Just as the group is about to leave the building, however, they run into a
street ops squad on its way in.  The ensueing firefight is brief, but vicious.
After driving off the ops team, they quickly binding their wounds, and then the
group continues on its way.
Jinx: "This was a setup!"
Diana: "Irish, where did you learn that Hernandiz would be here today?"
Irish: "From one of my contacts."
Caine: "I suggest you speak with this contact of yours."
Irish: "You don't think . . . ?"
Ripley: "Give the man a prize.  Heads up! Hernandiz is just around that corner
ahead of you!"
Rounding the  corner, Irish & co. come face to face with Hernandiz and
his troops.
Hernandiz: "Well, well.  If it isn't my old friend, srgt. McLeir.  Finaly
decided to come after me directly, instead of murdering my family?"
Irish: "We had nothing to do with that!  And you're one to talk of murder!  You
murdered my first family, and now you're trying to murder my second family!!"
Hernandiz smiles grimly "It realy doesn't matter, you're all going to die
anyway."  Hernandiz raises his hand, but before he can do anything else, Diana
makes a quick jesture and the man to Hernandiz's left suddely begins to scream
and thrash about.  The Aztech soliders stare in horror at their companion, whose
skin is rapidly becomeing a boiled pink in color, while steam pours from his
mouth.  Takeing advantage of the soliders confusion, Caine, Jinx and co. dive
for cover.   Of course, a pitched battle erupts almost immeadiatly.  The
runners, aided by Cinder's and Diana's magic are able to hold their own despite
being outnumbered and Hernanadiz's almost unatural accuracy.  Things are even
looking up when Cinder throws off another fireball and takes half of the
remaining Azzies out.  Unfortunetly, that is when one of the Azzie soliders
decides to lob a gernade.  Both Cinder and Jinx are caught in the blast, and
drop like stones.
Diana: "Drek! Cover me!"
Irish: "Got it!"
Irish stands and begins to empty his Ingram at the Azzies, while Diana dash over
to where Cinder is begining to try and sit up.
Cinder: "I can heal m'self.  Take care 'o Jinx."
Diana nods and sets to work putting Jinx back together.
Irish: "Ripley!  Where the hell are you?!"
Ripley: "I'm on my way!  Dodging the patrols is slowing me down."
Irish: "Well hurry u.." Irish grunts and drops as Hernandiz drills him through
the shoulder, side and arm.
Caine: "Diana!  Cinder!  We need some magical support here!"
Diana: "I've got my hands full!"
Cinder doesn't respond, but hurls a stream of fire at the street op with the
gernade launcher. The Flamethrower spell cooks off the launcher's clip, and the
blast takes out all of the remaining street ops.  Hernandiz spins, and shoots
Cinder in the arm, and Diana in the leg.
Diana: "Son of a slitch!"  Diana squeezes of a burst from her SMG, catching
Hernandiz in the face.  As the last echos fade, a grey van pulls up, and a red
haired man hopes out.
Ripley: "Jeesh, you people look like drek!"
Caine: "Helps us get them inside."

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Between Diana's and Cinder's healing magic and the three medkits that Ripley
keeps in his van, everyone got patched up, to at least near-as-good-as-new.
Oh, and I had a little "talk" with my contact this morning.  It seems that Maxim
told him where to find Hernandiz, and paid him to "leak" the info to me.  Looks
like Maxim, and especially Velli, are in this up to their ears.

Diana, Caine, Jinx, Cinder, Ripley, thanks for helping me with this.  I owe you
all one.]<<<<<
        -- Irish <16:33:25/01-28-56>

*****Private:Freddy Frypp
>>>>>[sorry about that Mr. Frypp. Well we are in CFS but not at any airport,
just an empty farm house right now, hell if we ever have to fly throught NAN
lands again i'll shoot Rolling Thunder. So I'm talking to you throught the
magic of satitlete-uplink(ihave seen the lag and it sucks) so Mr.Frypp if you
still need a team for any thing hell we will even do rent-a-cop work just any
thing to get into a city with other people in it, way to much quite out here
for his kid, Well DJ likes it got some time to sight in his Barrett sniper
rifle, Strikes is outin the woods get who know what, last night he came back to
camp with a deer, he said that he hunted with a wolf pack and that was his
kill, but the rest of use have spent way to much time in cites and this area is
to weird for us, so if you have any work Mr. Frypp it would do us some good.
oh by the way i'm enclosing our team and for those who have them Resume in the
data packet.
+++HEADS.WILL.ROLL.RES
+++DEATH.JESTOR.RES
+++STRIKES.LIKE.LIGHTING.RES
+++ROLLING.THUNDER.RES
+++RED.RONIN.RES
+++END OF DATA PACKET
Hope that this info can help you Mr.Frypp again you can contact us at >ENCRYTP<
until then have a good one.]<<<<<
           --Red Ronin (18:20:26/1-28-56)

>>>>>[Yeah matey's life is never dull for ya sep 'ere in seattle, great run
 folks ya got my congrats, wanna go for an after meat celeb, down some heveys
 and swap some run tales, down in The Brawdy lass Filbert Road & 199th place SE
 in Snohomish eh?
Me thanks fa showing me such a good time, any other time you need something, or
d=some one toasting givus a call.]<<<<<
                -Cinder (17:54:45 PST/01-28-55)

***** PRIVATE: MercurIan, Dragon, STREETWOLF, Colice, Random,
Shehkinah, Nightfox, Roxey, CRUSH, Harlequin
>>>>>[ AL-RIGHT!  Well, chummers...looks like we might've
_actually_ gotten a lock on Sean-Cullen!  It would seem one "Torrey
Vaughan Silversong" arrived, _with_ traveling companions, at the
port in Larne!  We've managed to keep a tail on them...though we
DID lose them, a time or two! ]<<<<<
        --  BruinWalker ( 01:20:43 / 01-29-56 )

>>>>>[  Assay, my friends!  Twould seem tha' there'd be a better way-a
gettin' r'selves re-united... *sigh*  Ian-luv, whene'er ya can get
this band on the move, twould be bangin'!

With some pointers from yer term, Harlequin, Isaac and I were able
ta do some fair checkin' on this cowboy who'd put the nabs on Sean.
Twould fair seem two negs sailed in with him, 'coupla days back, and
put inta port at Larne.  They'd produced all the "proper" paper-work,
statin' that "Torrey" had wished ta return ta his homeland, b'fer he
"passed on", havin' fallen victim ta a "terminal illness"...and twas bein'
kept in the care-a one Dr. Bryan Courey.  The poor wain twas
brought in, drugged clean outta his bap--presumably ta keep him from
presentin' them with his special brand-a aggro!  *smirk*

Upon diggin' in a wee bit further, twould seem that Sean's bein' kept
in the care-a _Edmund_ Courey...Bryan's _son_--and a right rare
turn've a mage!  Mind ya, twould seem this Courey's a right quare
querrie, not ta be mistaken fer any sorta eejit, ta be sure!

I'd take it that the rak's jus' a _wee bit_ coggley!  So BE CAREFUL!
Seems 'r sweet lil' caution's got himself fierce deep in fiddler's green--
like tis anythin' in the least bit _un-expected_!

SO...don't go foosterin' about--unless ya wanna see Sean-Cullen
turnin' out deed, my friends.

By the good graces-a Lady Bride, we'll be seein' him home, in right
fair shape! ]<<<<<
        --  Soul Singer ( 01:29:28 / 01-29-56 )

>>>>>[ Su'lli and I'll be waiting for you guys at >>encrypted<<.
Despite my "significant other's" penchant for embellishment, I'm sorry to say
that her bardic talents have little to do with her previous post.

I truly do believe Culley's gotten himself in _quite_ over his rock-filled
head, this time!  And time is of the essence, Ian... ]<<<<<
        --  BruinWalker ( 01:32:18 / 01-29-56 )

*****Private: Zarkon, Abdiel
>>>>>[ *hug* well Abdiel..its great to see you again, glad ya made it
past  security. Tarkis is still out of it hon. Well guys Tarkis' curret
state is not improving. And I have some bad news now, it does not seem
like he is going to at all, unless we figure why he doesn't wanna wake
up. I tried to talk to him...hopeing he can hear me. no Luck yet..or no
response. I have an idea, lets try to find his favorite song, and play it
next to him constantly. Its a really old song, it might be hard to find.
As I can remember it was me and His song, when we first met, at an oldies
type bar.  The song was Nothing Else Matters, by the Metallica, I think
the year ti came out was way back in the 1990's.  Lets try to find it,
and let him listen to it.]<<<<<
        -- Shal <8:15:00 / 1-29-56>

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Clouds scuttle across the cold, watery sliver of the moon, and
shadows waver in the wan, silver light.  The Slemish Mountains stand
black in the distance, framed by the great monoliths, arranged on
the crest of the cairn.

Within the circle, needfires burn at their cardinal points, sending crazy
shadows slithering up the cold face of the stones.
Seemingly-flawless crystals are suspended just beneath the cap-stones of each
arch.  They catch the flames, sending them
dancing amongst their facets.  Then, shattering the light, they cast it
out in wild, random patterns across the crisp, brown grass.

"Those wern thar, b'fer..." STREETWOLF mutters, disconcerted.

BruinWalker looks at him sharply, but the Elf doesn't seem to notice
the AmerIndian's scrutiny.  He's lost in his own, troublesome thoughts.  The
shaman looks over at his wife, but Soul Singer only
shrugs, obviously just as puzzled.

As they advance on the dolmen, Roxey presses forward.

"He's _there_!" she breathes anxiously, beginning to race ahead.
Shehkinah follows quickly behind.  Both are pulled up sharply, as the
form of Dragon materializes amid the shadows before them.

"There are guards...and spirits," he reports levelly, giving them a stern
look.  "Of the guards -- 3 remain.  Soutwestern face of the hill.
Obviously keping an eye out for the TRC.

"There are 2 wards, and at least half a dozen moderate- to high-level
elementals...earth and air.

"Whatever's going on up there, they don't seem to want to be disturbed..."

"CRUSH want find friend Nex!  CRUSH think Nex in BIG trouble,
_again_!"

"Let's just hope like FRAG yer _wrong_, big fella!" Random reaches
up and pats the Troll's forearm, as he slips past.

Nightfox stands slightly apart from the rest, his ebon skin virtually
indistinguishable from  the darkness around him.  Only his silver mane gleams
pale in the spare moonlight.

"Unfortunately," his violet eyes come back into focus, as he turns to
address the other runners, "CRUSH _may_ be right...I seem to be
having an _undue_ amount of difficulty percieving, beyond the outer
edge of the standing stones."

"Aye!  Twould seem ta be a common c'mplaint, round 'ere,"
STREETWOLF nods, drawing their immediate attention.  He shifts
uneasily, but continues.  "Culley 'n I came up 'ere-- af'er the weddin--
'n, when he'd entered the circle, a barrier went up.  I couldnna e'en
_percieve_ thru it, let alone tryin ta project!  Twas like I was...
_trapped_!

 Thar's an altar, up thar...n' when he'd touched it-- twas
like he went inta a'...a _trance_!  He'd e'en started ta have trouble
breathin...'n twas like the stones were jus' drawin the life right outta 'im!


"He didna wan me sayin n'thin bout it!" he insists weakly, in his
defense.  Colice squeezes his arm, her smile a grim attempt at
comfort.  STREETWOLF hangs his head a moment, then looks back
towards the hill.

"If ANYTHIN happens ta him..." he quietly vows.

"Stone suspension," Soul Singer's lilting voice cuts thru the tension.
All turn bewildered gazes her way.

"Tis a wee exercise familiar ta the likes-a us bards n' druids.  Few
have e'er tried it-- ken be quite _dangerous_, as ya two lads found
oot!   Sean's DAMNED lucky ta e'en be ALIVE, after pullin a fool
stoont like tha!  Tis true, the stones ken draw the life right ootta ya!
Ken suck it right oot, 'n trap yer thrice-cursed soul in some bloody
frigid no-man's land!  FER-E'ER!

"Curiouser 'n curiouser, tis wha thin's are!  I've N'ER heard-a any
_physical adept_ bein able ta tap The Stones!  Then again...I've n'er
heard-a one who could whip oop an _electrical storm_ with the
sheer force-a his _emotions_, either!  Huhmmm....

"I DO know we'd best be movin r'selves along, though!  B'fer those
party-crashers d'cide they dun like the looks-a 'r wee gatherin!"  she
concludes her explination with a glance over her shoulder...

Toward the rapidly-approaching headlights, which can be seen in the
distance.

Gathering themselves together, the band makes their way hastilly
toward the dolmen, preparing themselves to fight their way thru the
astral defenses.

At the foot of the hill, Roxey encounters the first of the elementals...
a rather hefty air elemental.  Closing with her before she even realizes
what's hit her, the elemental enfolds her in its grasp.  Writhing in anger
and fear, she struggles to free herself from its
noxious mass.

As suddenly as it had taken hold of her, she finds herself free!  A
hand is clasped about her wrist...a hand belonging to Dragon!  She
smiles shakily at him, and he nods curtly, before turning  to meet
the attack of the infuriated spirit.  Sliding the katana from his back,
he swings it in a mighty arc, and slices deeply into the spirit's
"stomach".  It screeches, and staggers back, obviously weakened.

Seeing her chance, Roxey dashes up the hill.  Elsewhere, other
elementals shriek in various stages of consternation...or triumph.
Shehkinah can be seen calling upon the services of her _own_
store of spirits-- a variety of low- to moderate-force fire elementals.

Two small fire spirits appear, and launch a collective assault on a
larger earth elemental.  As the mass of rock and turf swipes at the
weaker spirits in annoyance, it's form shifts, and a slender Elven man
stumbles, and sinks to the ground, freed from its clutches.

Breathing heavily, and clutching at his ribs, Random looks up at her
thru his mat of wildly tangled black hair.  Taking his arm, she drags
him away from the battle, and places a hand gently over his ribs.
Closing her eyes, she murmurs a few unintelligable words.  Then
heaves a sigh, and steps away from him with a questioning gaze.
Straightening stiffly, he takes a few, deep breaths, then nods at her, and
waves her on.  Drawing his machine pistol, he scrambles up the
side of the cairn, behind her.

BruinWalker and Soul Singer have already gained the crest, as has
STREETWOLF.  The AmerIndian can be seen attacking another
air elemental with a wicked-looking knife, while the pyromancer
blasts away small chunks of a huge earth spirit.  And the thunder of
CRUSH's assault "pistol" carves out the beat for the song around
which the burgundy-haired bard weaves the acid spell she flings at
the wards surrounding the stones.

Harlequin stumbles up the hill, dragging Shehkinah unceremoniously
along beside him.  A faint line of blood trickles down his right cheek.
Releasing the mage, he draws himself up, and takes a quick breath.

"CRUSH and I wasted the rest of those guards...but it looks like we're gonna
be stuck with plowing thru a pack of those fraggin' TRC
jokers, if we plan on gettin' outta here, anytime this century!"

Soul Singer nods, but doesn't respond, or even turn around.  She's
lost in her own thoughts, as she studies the area around the stones.
Shehkinah and Roxey slide in beside her, slipping perceptions as they do.
 Each takes a quick step back, and look at one another in
anxious silence.

Soon, they're joined by the rest of the party, all appearing a little the
worst for wear.  Any thought of conversation soon dies on their lips,
as they look across the open expanse of the inner circle.

Measuring approximately 18 meters across, the clearing is eerily lit
by the dancing needfires.  At its very centre is a high stone pillar, or
pedestal.  Set atop this is a massive, single-terminated crystal, akin
in size to a football, and clear as glass.  Standing behind the crystal,
with his back to them, is a rather slight, Human male-- presumably
Edmund Courey.  Mousy hair hangs, lank, to his shoulders, and his
calf-length robe hangs as if from a skeleton.  It's belted about the
waist by a rope woven of metallic strands.  From this belt hangs a
long, kris-bladed knife, set with a blood-red jewel, as a pommel cap.

The man raises his spindely arms in a grand gesture, and heavy,
intricately-wrought bracelets clank on his wrists.  Firelight dances
across them, setting the metal to blazing.  He makes another
gesture, then moves in a wide, clockwise circle...

Around the altar,  on which can be seen a man-- a tall, Elven man,
burgundy-black hair spilling over the edge of the stone in long, silken
waves.  He lays with his arms above his head, and bent at the elbows, his
wrists bound tightly to the altar's base.  His legs, far too
long for the length of the short stone, are bent at the knees, and are
like-wise bound.

He lays quietly, unblinking, though his chest rises and falls with each
shallow breath.  He seems completely oblivious to the activity around
him.  A trail of crimson snakes down his hand, and the blood drips
into a narrow trough, carved into the bottom of the altar.  Blood also
drips from a gash in his left foot...presumably to make up for the
cybernetic arm.  It pools in a tiny well near the foot of the altar.

Roxey sways, and clutches at Harlie's arm, as STREETWOLF takes
a quick step forward, his face drained of nearly all colour.

"_Sean_...." Shehkinah draws a shaky breath, and lets it out in a sob.  Her
face contorts in anger, and she steps toward the circle.  The air seems to
crackle with energy, and she staggers back half a
step, and lets out a tiny yelp of pain, rubbing at a small red spot on
her forearm.

"SEAN!" she shouts, and lets loose a power bolt at the barrier.  The
energy leaps from her hands in a viscious arc, but practically seems
to dissapate, before it even contacts the barrier.

Having snapped her companions out of their lethargy, they each lend
their own abilities to the assault.  To no apparent avail.  Only
Nightfox seems able to affect the wall of energy in any way-- and
then only to cause a mild rippling in its roiling surface.  A fact which
_clearly_ disturbs the Elf.

As if someone's hit the fast forward button, everything begins happening at
once, at a dizzying pace.

The clouds suddenly thicken, virtually obscurring the remnants of the
waning moon.  A biting wind rises from the north, racing across the
plain, and coiling itself around the monoliths with a preternatural howl.

Visible energy, like an electrical current, snakes across the ground from all
directions, twisting around the stones, and collecting in the
suspended crystals, now beginning to glow with an eerie white light.

Courey, completing his incantation, snatches the knife from his belt.
With a flourish, and a triumphant shout, he raises it above his head.
As though waking from a dream, THE Nexus suddenly becomes
aware of his predicament.  The closest thing to a look of panic anyone has
_ever_ seen, crosses his handsome features, and he
struggles mightily with his bonds...to no avail.

With both hands, the mage drives the blade home, deep into the
Elf's chest.  Thunder claps, shaking the ground, and a bolt of lightning
splits the sky, driving towards the central crystal.  The
heavens seem to open up, dumping torrents of icy rain down upon
the forlorn scene.  The energy drains from the receptacles, and
surges toward the central crystal.  The convergance of the two forces
causes the quartz pillar to shatter, erupting in a violent spray of
razor-edged shards.  The mage cries out, as the quartz flechettes
rake his frail body.

But, _nothing_ can drown out Nex' scream of agony, rage and
despair...even _terror_, as his body, the long knife buried deep in his
heart, arches.

Or Roxey's simultaneous shriek, as she falls to her knees in the cold
mud, clutching at her chest in desperation.

Or the sound of Edmund Courey's final scream, as a bedraggled
spectre launches herself, seemingly from _nowhere_, to land heavily
on his chest, with a terrifying howl-- and the crack of shattering ice,
as she rips his frozen head from his lifeless body.

Suddenly, silence falls, like a velvet curtain, over the valley.  The only
sound is the whisper of a quiet breath.

"He's dead..." Roxey sighs, her voice expressionless.  She seems to
lack the will to move.

Slowly, the sound seems to filter back in, beginning with a loud sob,
from STREETWOLF, and a sad, quiet sound from Colice.  A
heart-rending wail from Shehkinah shatters the remainder of the
unearthly silence.  To be followed by a blood-curdling battle-cry from
BruinWalker, as, powers combined, they hit the barrier with a monstorous
power bolt.

The barrier wavers visibly a moment, then falls with a rushing sound.
Blinded by tears, and her own fatigue, Shehkinah staggers forward,
toward the altar.  BruinWalker comes up beside her.

"Get these FUCKIN' things OFF of him!" she screams, clawing at the
bonds.  BruinWalker slices thru the ropes, and helps her lift Nex'
limp body from the cold stone.  Clutching him to her like a mad woman, she sin
ks to the ground, and lets flow the tears in great,
wracking sobs.  The bear shaman kneels beside them, running his
fingers lovingly thru his friend's dyed hair.

"Caitlin, we're gonna have company soon.  And, we're gonna hafta
deal with it-- in a mighty big way-- if ANY of us plan to get outta here!" he
coaxs her.  When she looks up at him, the misery plain on
her face, he reaches out, and brushes the rain-soaked hair from her
eyes.

Looking long into Nex' face, he finally reaches down, and gently
closes his unseeing eyes.  With a sob, he bends slowly, and places
a lingering, tender kiss on the Elf's generous lips.

"I'll always love ya, Culley..." he manages to choke out, before taking
Nex' body from the woman, and laying it gently aside.

"NOW...let's kick some TRC ASS!!!  I wanna make sure we get ta
take Sean HOME!!!"  he pulls Shehkinah to her feet, and drags her
to the outer edge of the circle.

They can see the TRC Mobmasters, bristling with weaponry, clearly
now.  Guns leveled, the Tir Elves open fire, riddling the hillside with
bullets.  Using only their vantage point as cover, the runners open
up with everything they have left, fueled more by an unspeakable
rage, than any sense of self-preservation.

Despite their best efforts, it soon becomes apparent that they're
_hopelessly_ out-gunned!  Still, giving no quarter, they struggle madly on.
 As the Mobmasters move rapidly closer, so seemingly,
does their iminent doom.  Shehkinah sinks to her knees, exhaustion
over-whelming her in a battle where she feels so horribly out-classed,
but too empty to care.

Roxey, shrieking like a banshee, pumps out spell after spell, staggering
under the drain, and ignoring the burns on her hands.  As
does STREETWOLF, who only seems to be an empty shell.

Desperately, they fight to hold their ground, but find themselves
driven relentlessly back.  Pointless...they begin to realize.  Completely
_pointless_...

The wind picks up again, screeching thru the valley, drowning out the
shouts of the rapidly-fading runners, and the roar of automatic fire.

Above it all -- a voice, hauntingly familiar, yet somehow totally alien --
rings out over all, with the utterance of a single, ancient arcane word.
Spinning, to face the circle once again, they find THE Nexus, standing amid a
ring of blue-white flames, wind whipping thru his
hair, and tattering the edges of his black silk shirt.  His eyes blaze
with white light, and witchfire courses thru the ground at his feet,
coiling itself around his body, and arcing from the tips of his
out-stretched fingers.

The energy races toward them, and they skatter, as it blazes past.
Washing down over the face of the dolmen, it coalesces into a solid
wave of pure mana.  Unchecked by the prescence of the TRC forces,
it engulfs them, and continues on a short way, then disapates, its
energy spent.  All that's left in its wake are the empty vehicles, the
abandoned weaponry...and the bare bones of the soldiers.

Back on the cairn, the flames die, along with the power of the wave,
and Nex sways wildly, then collapses.  Shehkinah rushes to his side, lifting
his face in her hands, to look into his eyes.  They're
glassy, but not lifeless.  He smirks at her shakily a moment, then
tumbles into her lap, with a grimace of pain.

"He's ALIVE, alright!" Nightfox confirms, as he approaches.  "And,
his aura's like NOTHING I've ever seen!  This...this is absolutely
UNBELIEVABLE!"

Nex clutches at Shehkinah's hand, barely managing to choke out her
name.  She shushes him, but he refuses to lay quietly.  He gesture's
criptically, and she whispers that she doesn't understand.

"It's Sign...he wants ya to know he's gonna be fine...not to worry,"
Random translates quickly for her.

"I know...you always _are_, right?" she teases, tears still streaming
down her cheeks.  He reaches up to brush one away, then grimaces
sharply again.  He makes one final gesture, before lying quietly in
her arms.  She smiles gently at him.

"I love you, too, darling..."

"Look, I REALLY hate ta be the one ta bring such a touchin scene ta
it's close...but, where's there's ONE TRC force-- there's BOUND ta be
others!" MercuIan's voice cuts thru the revery.  With him is an
older, Human woman, her long red hair only slightly salted with
gray, and her green eyes blazing.

With seeming reluctance, she drops by Nex' side, and reaches out
a  trembling hand, to brush the hair from his cheek.  She regards him
in silence a long moment, then pushes herself away, and stands
up.

"I'm afraid Ian's RIGHT!  Ya MUST get outta here!  I've a clinic, in
Larne, ya ken take him...and yer other wounded, ta!  But, we hafta
HURRY!" she pressed.

Spurred into action, the runners quickly gather there equipment,
and race down the hill.  The Human woman lingers behind, a moment, watching
CRUSH, as he gingerly carries Nex to the waiyting transport.

"Ya picked a HELL offa way ta make a homecomin', Torrey..." she
sighs, then follows.

>From the top of an arch, a black bird watches...

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>>>>>[ Some skirmish, huh?   *sigh*   They took Nex to some
private clinic, in town.  He's undergone about 5 1/2 hours of surgery,
but, looks like he's pretty much been stabablized.  He's in a coma,
right now, though.

I've REALLY gotta get a move on, so I'll let everyone else deal with
fillin' ya in, once they drift back ta the land o' the living....

Sorry, sick pun!  No offense, huh, guys!  *smirk*  ]<<<<<
        --  Fast Track ( 04:18:53 / 01-29-56 )

*****PRIVATE: Shekhinah, ShadowPriest
>>>>>[We'll put Flute and myself on the flight Tuesday. We've still got
to bury Kovak. Just let Flute use a telecom connection. I'll bring her deck
at the begining of March, just remind me. When Nex wakes or comes back tell
him I need to talk to him. What city will Flute be staying in?]<<<<<
       -- Zactof (16:38:23 GMT / 1-29-56)

*****Private: Zarkon, Shal
>>>>>Where do you suggest we find this music.  I'm willing to do anything to
help. *grin* Well almost anything. I'll check out a couple of places I know. It
was good seeing you guys again. Keep me posted and I'll be back at <Encripted>.
See you then.<<<<<
            --  Abdiel <15:55:05 / 1-29-56>

*****PRIVATE:  Venerdi Biomedical Intervention Team
>>>>>[I'm occupied at this instant, but will be in Rome within 3 days.  As soon
as I save a chummer's hoop.]<<<<<
        --  Slash <15:17:38/01-29-56>

*****Private: Shal
>>>>>[Your aura indicates a few traces of Tarkis', but not much more
than is uaulyy caused by association with a close friend. There do seem
to be bits of his aura missing, but your guess is as good as mine where
it went. I don't think music is going to cut it. I think we better find
Whisper and fix his mind... he may know what's going on.]<<<<<
        --  Zarkon <17:40:22 / 01-29-56>

*****Private: Abdiel, Shal
>>>>>[Well, just about everyone, hmm? And Chrome Devil's here. He won't
respond, but he's around. I think he's still mad from when Tarkis
tricked him into eating that rat. I hear he's hiring out as a freelance
decker around here.. tell me if either of you manage to reach him.
Anyway, I think we need to find Whisper... all of us should start
digging ASAP.]<<<<<
        --  Zarkon <17:44:03 / 01-29-56>

*****Private: Cranial Leech
>>>>>[Info query. Whereabouts of one DarkLord, AKA Whisper. COD.]<<<<<
        --  Zarkon <17:45:10 / 01-29-56>

*****Private: Zarkon
>>>>>[Heavy heat on this one. Double standard. Working.]<<<<<
        --  Cranial Leech <19:20:37 / 01-29-56>

*****Private: Zarkon, Abdiel
>>>>>[ well i still want to find the song, just cause its my fav also.
Yes finding Zarkon would be our first choice, but where is he?]<<<<<
        -- Shal <17:30:00 / 1-29-56>

******Private: DarkLord
>>>>>[ Yes my lord, the plan is working perfectly]<<<<<
        -- Shal <17:31:00 / 1-29-56>

*****Private: Zarkon
>>>>>[ I can't say who I am, but do not trust anyone, Darklord has put
one of your friends in a trance, but I can't say who]<<<<<
        -- *UNKNOWN*

>>>>>[God it's great to be back.  I love the smell of this town....
the taste of the water.... the way you know if that crazy wants to
rape you or rob you (I'm never sure in Seattle....).

Now I've got a mountain of paperwork to shovel through, and then I've
got Invasion Day plans to make.  HA-HA-HA.]<<<<<
        -- Freddy  Frypp (19:33:12 / 01-29-56)
           President
           Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)


***** Private: Red Ronin
>>>>>[Hey, you up for straight terrorist work?  February 7th is
bearing down on us fast and I'm always looking for extra hands to
carry guns....]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (19:34:55 / 01-29-56)
           President
           Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

>>>>>[I wi' ne'er turn 'er o'er ta an'one..She is tooo goo' a person ta give
'er up ta ya.]<<<<<
        --  STREETWOLF(Fire is an Elf's Best Friend)<22:43:35/01-29-56>

*****PRIVATE: Zactof, Shadow Priest
>>>>>[Looks like Larne, right now. I could be here for a while. Try this new
flight plan when you come. >>encrypted<< I'll see you in Belfast. If you need
ID's, check >>encrypted<<. But don't go trying to bring in her deck, not yet.
When things settle out... well, we'll head back to Seattle then. Nex is just
a little too unstable to move right now.]<<<<<
        --  Shekhinah (02:17:11 GMT / 30-Jan-56)

>>>>>[I'm here. What the hell do you want?]<<<<<
        -- Caitlin Seafear <:: / -->

*****PRIVATE: STREETWOLF (Fire is an Elf's Best Friend)
>>>>>[Thank you for your solidarity... I've not been feeling exactly right
these last few days. I think its the afterlash of that mind probe... I'm a
little scared what will happen when Flute gets here... as soon as Nex can be
moved, we need to get back to Seattle. Just need to... I'm so lost here...

I think I can handle these two... but if you know anyone in TT or CFS that
could trace & burn Silgareth, I'd really rather not deal with him right
now...]<<<<<
        -- Cait <:: / -->

*****PRIVATE: Jolly Roger
>>>>>[Appreciate the warning. But I hardly know where I am myself. If you can
dig up anything on Donovan Giles... well, it'd help. And who is Damballah?
That name keeps resonating through my head? Didn't you mention him once.]<<<<<

        -- Cait <:: / -->

PRIVATE: Foxey Roxey
>>>>>[Um. Thanks. Good luck in Denver. I'll let you know first time Nex wakes
up.]<<<<<
        -- Cait <:: / -->

***** Private:  Freddy Frypp
>>>>>[ Speaking of weaponry, Frypp, we have some of the more choice pieces
that we need taken off our hands.  A certain event in France did not occur
the way we desired, and -- if you can move them -- they are yours for, let
us say, a minimal charge.  40treet prices on HVARs? ]<<<<<
        --  OS^2 (19:34:58/1-29-56)

>>>>>[  Well boss, after that exciting little jaunt to Seattle, I'm ready for
some action.  Any chances of getting something for GoD and I to do?  Hell, I'd
almost be willing to go on patrols. ]<<<<<
        -- Griffyn < 16:01:30/1-30-56 >

*****PRIVATE:  Jasmine
>>>>>[Frau Jasmine, I must be go to Denver for a while.  I can't tell
you why, but i should being back in a few days.  I will still looking
at this board, and i can be help you in the Matrix, if you need.<<<<<
        -- Basilisk <16:27:33 GMT/30.Jan.56>

*****PRIVATE:  Revenge/Rescue Crew
>>>>>[Come meet me at the old Boulder County Airport.  I'm in NY now and will
be there in 3 hours.  I need some sleep, so if anyone disturbs me after I'm
asleep, I'll fry the skin off your bones.]<<<<<
        --  Foxey Roxey <11:24:54/01-30-56>

>>>>>[Keep me informed, Cait.  And thanks.]<<<<<
        --  Foxey Roxey <11:25:10/01-30-56>

>>>>>[Hey, Freddy, I need three dozen heavy antitank weapons.]<<<<<
        --  Christopher Tarleton <Dark/Angel>

>>>>>[Not a problem, Basilisk.  I have had a small family emergency.  Shields
was in a car accident a few days ago.  He's currently at Harbor View medical
center in moderate condition.  He got pretty banged up.  He'll be okay, but
he's under observation.]<<<<<
        -- Jasmine < 9:10:10 / 1-30-56 >

>>>>>[You want HOW MANY of WHAT?!

Ok, hold on.... I gotta stop hypervenilating.  Jesus, I'm too old for
that.

Allright.  I should be used to that from you.  At least I had the
good sense to put down lunch before I sat down.

What kind?  When?  Where?

And watch it.  If I can get these for you everybody's gonna want
me to do miracles for them.]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (12:07:11 / 01-30-56)

>>>>>[Well, first off, why don't you two check out a pair of T-Bolts
and fire a coupla hundred rounds up on the range.  Once your hands
are bruised to the point you can't pull the trigger, come down to my
office.  We gotta start planning for the 7th.]<<<<<
        --Freddy Frypp (12:30:22 / 01-30-56)

>>>>>[I want three dozen heavy antitank missiles.  You know, the fire-and-
forget kind, where you just point and shoot.  I don't care what kind they
are, but I need good accuracy, reliability, and a hell of a lot of punch.
Old is okay.  A bunch of Stingers would do quite well.  As soon as you can
get them.  Name your price.

By the way, Karen just said something about miracles.  I don't want to know
what she meant.]<<<<<
        --  Christopher Tarleton <Dark/Angel>

>>>>>[  Well, I couldn't find GoD, and I got bored so I went down and did the
target practice by myself.  I was pretty pleased by the performance I got out
of that T-bolt.  Pleasantly surprised you might say.  I'll be by your office
in a little bit.. gonna go grab a bite to eat first.  ]<<<<<
        -- Griffyn < 13:47:30/1-30-56 >

*****PRIVATE:  Revenge/Rescue Crew
>>>>>[Ripley, bring in your phaeton.  We'll be needing it.  And Chris, if you
can get here soon, we can use you to work outside.  I wouldn't want to risk
your job with Freddy.  I'll be picking up Roxey in AJ's Hudson, and it'll run
alongside the Phaeton without too much difficulty.  Considering that it only
looks like a Hudson, and was a gift from three people who lived a long time
and then gave thier only possession to AJ--the car.  It's had a lot of optional
extras installed.  I'm sure that AJ will be happy to show you them when we
get him out, Ripley.  Let's hope we don't need them.  If you haven't arrived
yet, get here soon and come prepared for anything.]<<<<<
        --  Slash <13:28:33/01-30-56>

*****PRIVATE:  Masque
>>>>>[Masque, that bod of yours is heavy and dangerous, but one of the things
Wizard did with it was make sure that it didn't have a vehicle signature like
Collussus' did.  That's what killed him in the end--a missile that locked on
and that even his skills and abilities couldn't avoid.  You don't have that
problem, if I remember correctly.  But flying sounds good.  Any problems with
the bod since gettin it?  Probably not....]<<<<<
        --  Slash <13:32:52/01-30-56>

*****PRIVATE: Freddy Frypp
>>>>>[Don't know about fire & forget, but there still afew chummers down Anna
way lookin' to unload some serious military hardware. Like missile launching
systems. Good prices, I'm sure. You could probably get 'em for ten or twenny
percent.

Of course, they may expect you to take some o' those autocannons, too.]<<<<<
        --  Jolly Roger <14:01:34 / 01-30-56>

*****PRIVATE: Shekhinah
>>>>>[Hey, don't mention it, Cait. But you need to tell me -- what's goin'
on? Damballah -- he's a nasty ol' slithery fellah. Watch out fer him.]<<<<<
        --  Jolly Roger <14:04:22 / 01-30-56>

***** Private: Jolly Roger
>>>>>[Well, see what you can get me.  I'll be glad to cut you in.

And hey, I can always sell the autocannons at an outrageous mark-
up!]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (15:29:12 / 01-3-56)

>>>>>[Nice little cannon isn't it?  Hurts like a sunavabitch but
it'll put down just about anything.  'Course you gotta carry a
million clips....

Take your time, I've got some equipment to run down.]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (15:02:22 / 01-30-56)
           President
           Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

>>>>>[Yes, I do seem to remember a few deeply religious moments....

Anyway, I'm working on it.  The missiles I mean.

Accuracy, reliability and lots o' punch... do you know how long
military types have been looking for that combination in a
missile?  If F&F capability takes a back seat I might be able
to find something quick.]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (15:08:12 / 01-30-56)
           President
           Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

>>>>>[My apologies, Mr. Conti, but I have been called away on some
temporary business.  Due to the lack of a time-table, I assume there is
no immediate threat or pressure.  I should, barring unforseen
difficulties, be arriving back in Rome by the 8th of February.  Hopefully
by then, we can have a full meeting arranged with the other team
members.]<<<<<
        --the Whistler<15:20:23/1-30-56>

*****:Private Freddy Frypp
>>>>>[Yes just tell us where you want us to be.  You once said that you had a
airstrip? is that true if it is cool we need some aviation fuel Rolling Thunder
says we'er low.  The last price for avgas that we saw was 25Y per Lt, what do
you have it at, or can get? Oh I forgot to tell you Death Jestor is in Town
already last i heard from him was he was spending time at a bar called The
Katana, he may try to find your offices, he is an asian looking male 1.8m in
height 85kg, black hair, blue eyes(his father was a Brit) Left arm is cyber,
often is clothed in an Mortermer of London dress suit, he got real expencive
tastes in clothing, if not we can get a hold of him, oh why don't i cut this
down and save allof us some time you can get his cell phone # at this SAN
>ENCRYPTED<.   we will be waiting to hear form you Mr.Frypp.]<<<<<
         --Red Ronin(17:03:45/1-30-56)

*****Private Death Jestor
>>>>>[hey chummer, Ronin says that we have a job lined up from one Mr.Freddy
Frypp stop by and set up what we are to hit, and we need to get landing rights
for The Steel Dragon.  Tell Mr.Frypp that we can provied sin's for all of us,
but some of the 'equiptment' that we have thats a little harder.
Oh tell you sister Hi from the gang]<<<<<
        --Rolling Thunder(17:13:10/1-30-56)

PRIVATE: Cait
>>>>>[Sorry lass, bu' I really donna have an' connect'ns in th' Tir or CFS.  I
donna know wha' ta tell ya lass.  We will ge' through tis.]<<<<<
        --  STREETWOLF(Fire is an Elf's Best Friend)<19:06:30/01-30-56>

*****Private:Shal, Abdiel
>>>>>[I hope you won't be too offended by the security code change. I
would not attempt to re-enter the building if I were you, since the
code has been changed. My recent aura examination indicates that both
of you are deceiving me in some way. I'm afraid this cannot be allowed.
As I said, I hope you take no offense. I will be in touch.]<<<<<
        --  Zarkon <20:36:21 / 01-30-56>

*****Private:Chrome Devil
>>>>>[We need help. I've had to move Tarkis to >>encrypted<<, because
I've had reason not to trust the other two. They may be under mental
control. You, however, still exhibit your dislike of Tarkis, which
would be eradicated by a mental controller to allow you to ingratiate
yourself with us. Whatever your differences with Tarkis, Whisper always
was your friend...and we need to help him. Please come and meet us.]<<<<<
        --  Zarkon <20:39:41 / 01-30-56>

***** Private: Freddy Frypp
>>>>>[ Three dozen anti-tank missiles?  An interesting request.  If you
will guarantee that your friend will not come near us with them, we could
perhaps see our way to providing him with them within the appropriate
FRFZ sector... for a modest fee, of course. ]<<<<<
        --  OS^2 (18:35:22/1-30-56)

*****Private: Zarkon
>>>>>[ I don't understand dear.  Why would you think we were against
you?  I have checked my aura and Abdiels, both of us are clean.  Please
where are you? I must help you with Tarkis.]<<<<<
        -- Shal <20:25:00 / 1-30-56>

*****Private: DarkLord
>>>>>[ Something must have gone wrong, oh Lord. He suspects either me or
Abdiel is under a spell. I can not serve you anymore. I have failed.  Why
would Zarkon think one of us is under a spell? I know I am not, so it
must be Abdiel, i iwll kill him.]<<<<<
        -- Shal <20:27:00 / 1-30-56>

*****Private: Shal
>>>>>[ No Shal, your the one under my spell, you dont know it. Yes you
haved failed me.  I want you to kill yourself now, before the spell wears
off.  Go out with a bang though, take Tarkis with you.]<<<<<
        -- DarkLord <Chaos/Lord>

*****Private: DarkLord
>>>>>>[ No it can't be, must fight it.......Yes my Lord, I will do as
ordered.]<<<<<
        -- Shal <20:30:00 / 1-30-56>

*****Private: Zarkon
>>>>>[ I can't say who I am again, but, one of your friends that is
tranced by the spell, has been ordered to kill him/her self. if you wanna
know who I am, lets just say I am a flaw in DarkLords plans,more or less
a spy, good friend of Tarkis, promised to help him out if ever in need, I
have already said to much]<<<<<
        -- *UNKNOWN*

*****Private: Zarkon
>>>>>[ Oh man my head hurts...where am I? What day is this I might have
to say? Please fill me in]<<<<<
        -- Tarkis <Mental/Case>

***** Private : Revenge/Rescue Crew
>>>>>[Hell, maybe I should bring my  truck along as well.  It may not be as
fast as  Ripley's Phaeton, but it has more armor than some security vehicles,
and  a pair of surprises for anyone who gets in its way.]<<<<<
        -- Irish <21:53:55/01-30-56>

*****PRIVATE:  Revenge/Rescue Crew, Slash
>>>>>[I am arrived in Denver.  Can i meeting soon with the other deckers?
Where can i find you?  I have a hotel room at >>location<<, under name
Philip Durrenmatt.]<<<<<
        -- Basilisk <10:07:03 GMT/31.Jan.56>

>>>>>What do you mean you can't trust me. Let's talk this over, I really want
to help.  Let's meet at <Encripted> at <Encripted> tonight. We will talk about
it and then if you feel the same way I will go my own way. Deal?<<<<<<
           -- Abdiel <08:38:35 / 1-31-56>

*****Private: Zarkon
>>>>>OK Zarkon, I admit, I never liked Tarkis much. And I am more than a little
curious about what is going on with his aura.  Truthfully, I am trying to learn
as much about himself and his aura as possible.  My true motives are probably
more scholarly than out of any true desire to really help him.  However, I
could learn more about what has gone on if he came out of it and came back to
his senses. So our goals remain the same if our motivation don't.<<<<<
           -- Abdiel <09:05:30 / 1-31-56>

*****PRIVATE:  Basilisk
>>>>>[Be right there.  I'll be driving a runabout.]<<<<<
        --  Diana, Mistress of the Night <09:24:16/01-31-56>

***** NOT TO: Blitzkrieg
>>>>>[I am lookin for an old friend o mine.  His name is Blitzkrieg.  Can
someone tell me where I can find him.  It means lots to me.  Thanks,
chummers.  I need to find him.<<<<<]
        --  Pretty Boy (09:05:25/01-31-56)


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