*****Private:  Genocide
>>>>>[Heyas, chief.  Word from Sure Shot says that CyberPrince is no longer
your contact.  The new technocrat is a chummer calling himself Tsar,  name
of Fulcrum.  You straight with this guy or do you want to try and contact
someone else?  I don't know if I'd let this kinda thing out to someone I
didn't know real well, ya know?  Contact me with a reply and I'll get
everything settled.]<<<<<
        --  TopCat  <18:59:54/4-13-56>

*****Private:  Genocide
>>>>>[Nothing juicy yet on the survey.  And I'm not all that hot about
dealing with my kin from TT or TNO, but as long as I'm nowhere near it, it's
chilled.  As for Chrome and the Crew and their bodyguarding of Chrysianna,
he hasn't taken any bullets yet, but a few well placed slaps from the boss
about took his head off.  I got 'em all recorded to chip and I'm planning on
giving it to him as a gift when all this is over...heheheh]<<<<<
        --  TopCat  <19:03:45/4-13-56>

>>>>>[Chris, I can hardly concieve that you would see a question of honor as not
hopelessly entangled. After all, we do her dishonor by refusing her the right to
answer Freddy's challenge. We do ourselves dishonor by not avenging any injury
done to her.

The situation is not so simple as your ego would like to believe. An
apt comparison might be central Europe prior to World War One. I'm
certain a rapid survey of the complex allegiances involved in that
conflagration will bear out the analogy. And keep in mind: the first
shot was, after all, Freddy's. Flute may not be as virtuoso as she
claims, but honor demands we not interfere with her efforts to
vindicate herself.]<<<<<
        --  Shekhinah  < 02:45:55 GMT / 14-AP-56 >

>>>>>[Shadow, please let me pick my own fights. I've already had
a good discussion with Mr. Tarleton.]<<<<<
        -- Flute (Child / Goddess)

>>>>>[Flute, what you seem to forget is that Tarleton questioned my honor,
and I do not take that lightly.  I was just stating my position.]<<<<<
           --Shadow (09:00:30 PDT/ 04:13:56)

+++++Private:  Johnny M, Topcat, Bedlam, Jolly Roger, etc.
>>>>>[Bonzai!  The truckster and I are rarin to go...Bug City, eh?
Hmmm...Haven't had much action there...I guess that it couldn't be as
bad as the sewers in Anna I keep hearin' about, eh?]<<<<<
        -- Tanp < 00:08:20 / 4-13-56 >

>>>>>[ALLRIGHT THAT IS ENOUGH. CHRIS WAS REPLYING TO A THREAT
TO FRYPP'S SYSTE. I HAVE SETTLED MY DIFFERENCES WITH HIM! NOW THE
ONLY THING THAT REMAINS IS A TEST OF SKILL. I'LL LET PEOPLE
KNOW WHEN I AM IN TROUBLE!]<<<<<
       -- Flute (Child / Goddess)

***** Private: TopCat
>>>>>[Fulcrum is handling biz? A Fulcrum formerly named Tsar? Have Sure
Shot double-check that piece of information. RIGHT NOW!]<<<<<
     --  Genocide <10:38:23/14-APR-56>

****** Private: Dashira
>>>>>[Have Razor pull whatever he can find on a character named
Tsar/Fulcrum in the Tir Tairngire. This is an emergancy.]<<<<<
     --  Genocide <10:30:12/14-APR-56>

***** Private: TopCat
>>>>>[Way to go, Chrome <chuckle>, I take it this Chrysianna's a bit
stuck-up? And if Chrome's been slapped a few times (Mr Sensible himself),
what the hell has Sure Shot been slapped with?

Make sure they don't step out of line though - and please hurry with the
Tsar/Fulcrum information; it is very important.

PS: I understand and will comply to your relations to teh TT.]<<<<<
     --  Genocide <10:46:23/14-APR-56>

>>>>>[I am a surveillance operative. I have a story that has to be
told. You do not need to knew very much about me. Still, I want you
to keep in mind that I have been trained by an international
organization of vast resources to be an expert in my area. I am not
a Shadowrunner, nor do I ever want to be associated with that term.
However, I believe that other operatives within my area may benefit
from what I have to say.

+++++ Execute Senselink Recording: You are jandering casually down
a crowded street in downtown Seattle. It is evening, and the
denizens of the city are moving about, heading to and from clubs,
finishing evening shopping, or just hanging about. You notice a
black hexagon shooting about in your field of view, almost
invisible unless focused upon. It darts from face to face as soon
as they appear to you clearly, then seems to hesitate for a moment
before darting to the next face. All of a sudden it encompasses an
Elven face just rounding the corner on a large bike. The hexagon
flashes to bright red as a warning is sounded in your hearing. The
bike is ID'd and the following message appears in green just below
your focus: "Chrome BMW Blitzen 2050, [Variation unknown]".
Automatically you feel your hearing zoom inn towards the Elven's
direction along with your vision. The Elf, dressed in a torn, black
tee-shirt, seems oblivious to your notice. Weapons about his
character are identified and outlined in red. You take specific
notice of a shoulder-strap lined with throwing knives of various
shapes. The Elf rides by, smoothly navigating the large bike
through the evening city traffic. You track him for about a minute,
and then he vanishes around a corner.

I was casually informed about my next assignment only moments
before the initial contact with my mark. It seems to be in my
supervisor's humor (I shall call him John) that I am given the
opportunity to observe my mark before I have completed any proper
study of the character.

However, I was informed that my Mark would be referred to as Razor.

So, when my supervisor conducted his meeting with this Elven Razor,
I found myself monitoring the security cameras which cover his
establishment; A penthouse suite in downtown Seattle (which one, I
will not reveal).

+++++ Execute Video Recording: You are given an overview of a
stylishly furnished penthouse apartment. The decor is primarily
ivory and chrome, with a lot of glass structure to compliment the
`wholeness' of the room. A well-built man (his face purposefully
distorted) in an expensive suit is sitting in an off-white sofa,
seemingly expecting someone. A telecom rings, and the suit
retrieves a voice-only hand-unit from his inner pocket. Before
accepting the call, he  signals you through the camera.

+++++ Execute Telecom Conversation:

[Password accepted; Caller logged into the security relay as James]

James: Hello >>encrypted<<, this James. The appointed time has run
out and your guest has not yet arrived.

John (in a disappointed tone of voice): Very well, James. Leave the
area and bring the Phaeton back. Please stand by for another drive
later on, though.

James: Very well, sir. Good bye.

[Connection closed]

+++++ Resume Video Recording: The man in the sofa appears to be
thinking; His chin is resting in his hand, and he is still holding
the telephone in the other. Suddenly he jolts. Looking up, towards
the balcony, and hesitates. Then you seem to notice a smile, but it
is difficult to tell because of the distortion.

[Shift camera view; Towards the balcony; Zoom in]

An Elven man stands before you, his pose almost too slack to be
casual. His face is not distorted, and you recognize him from the
previous recording. He is similarly dressed; A moody colored
outfit, and has the same knife-belt hanging from his right
shoulder. As you get a better view of his body beneath his flowing
dark, tie-died coat, you see it is lean, but still very powerful.
What catches your attention with most force, however, is the style
of his hair. Mostly clean shaven, several `blades' of chrome hair,
several inches high, seem to cut through his skull back along his
head. For a moment you believe the blades are hard, but then,
almost as if to prove you wrong, he runs his hand through it. The
hair folds away naturally, but like a wave flows back up again
after the hand's passing, returning to razor sharpness.

[Shift camera view; Room overview]

The suit walks over to him rather briskly and greets him, a gesture
received somewhat cooley. The Elven is directed to a sofa and is
seated. His movements are very, very fluid, and his gaze is so
encompassing it seems nothing can escape it. Any exchange of words
seems to be done quickly. Soon the meeting is over and Razor rises
and quickly shakes John's hand; then leaves, all actions looking as
if they are a part of one larger fluid movement.

I was unnerved by his presence, even from where I was jacked into
the security systems. I felt, for the entire duration of the
meeting between Razor and John, immensely uncomfortable by the
Elf's natural condescension. Afterwards I ran a security scan
through our computer subsystem three times, yet nothing showed up.
Later we found proof that the maglock on the balcony door had been
tampered with, though. However, I must confess we found it only
because we knew the signs had to be there.

I'll have you know my talents are employed whenever magic
surveillance is complicated by some factor. From my briefing
though, I found nothing which indicated that SOP shouldn't be
utilized, so I became curios. Rather than questioning my superiors,
though; I took it upon myself to make a rather intensive background
research on this character who had disturbed me so during my first
observation.

I found, with unaccustomed difficulty, several interesting point
about Razor's background. Presently he was considered a expert
security intrusion specialist. Yet, when he first appeared on the
shadowrunner's scene back in '49, he had been known as a decker.
Since then he has had an astounding, intriguing, and, in terms of
reputation, quite an impressive career.

I will not recount Razor's past in any detail, as that would not be
necessary to what I am trying to convey. To paint you a picture, I
will reveal that he has been the sole survivor of three very
competent teams. He has survived assignment many would consider
suicidal and next to impossible to accomplish, and in the process
he has lost just about every friend or acquaintance he has ever
had.

He disappeared some two years ago, and even my extensive search
brought up nothing of the next 18 months of his life. However, when
he returned to Seattle last winter, he was deeply changed, both
psychologically and physically. He had undergone extensive cosmetic
surgery, and the few who would have recognized him here did not.
His reputation as a shadowrunner had been all but forgotten.

So, I stand as I did earlier, on a downtown sidewalk one evening
watching Razor proceed to meet John and deliver certain
possessions. I shall continue my story from here.

I react as soon as Razor has left my sight and I make my way to an
unmarked van parked just around the corner. Inside, the van is
filled with sensors, monitor relays, and enough computing power to
handle my every professional desire. Razor's mission is
accomplished, executed with extreme elegance, and the objective is
extracted. Therefore I am shocked to see Razor meet John a minute
or so later, pull forth a cold blade, and, void of emotion, drive
it through his throat. Fearing that my position might have been
compromised, I start the van and hurriedly drive off.

Seconds after my report of this incident to higher officials, one
of my superior officers contacts me to inform me of my folly; I
have now lost Razor's trail. I vouch to locate him again, something
I believe should not pose a problem as he should not know about me,
despite my earlier fears. I also learn that others have been
disbanded to search for my mark, including several of our magical
resources. However, I have an edge; and to accomplish my vouch, I
return to me monitoring center which have I set up for this
assignment. Here I can monitor relays from all locations that I
have assigned any importance to; I am sure Razor will show up in at
least one of them quite soon.
My control room is in a small, concrete basement, where no less
then one whole wall is covered with monitors for camera relay's and
computers. The door is locked shut, positioned to my right, and I
work for hours on end before noticing his appearance.

There is nothing to indicate anything special on the monitors, yet
I feel a slight disturbance in the lighting and a slight gush of
air against my cheek. Then, before my mind had taken notice of
these events, a wire tightens around my neck and I am lifted
violently into the air.

I struggle in panic and terrible surprise, the shock of the cold
wire's pressure seemingly biting through to my spine, and I kick
the air about me, knocking the chair away. I desperately search to
find my assailant, but my flailing fails to make contact with
anything but the millions of nuyen worth of now worthless
equipment. My life begins to drain as the wire cuts into my throat,
but just as I feel as if all is lost, reality implodes on me, and
I fall to the floor, gasping for breath.

I've rerun my optical recorder several times, seeing myself falling
to the floor, wincing as it strikes my face, yet I cannot remember
it, nor being thrown into one of the corners of the small room.

When I come to the wire is still around my blooded neck, and I
notice a small servo motor holding it in place. However, it is not
tight. I struggle to release its hold from me but it suddenly
tightens around my fingers. Frightened, I yank even harder, but the
wire just tightens more and more, and soon just breathing takes all
my effort and concentration.

As I sit frozen in my concrete corner, a shadow stirs on the
opposite wall, created by the light from the two screens that have
survived the battle, and I slowly notice the silhouette of a figure
standing there. As it moves, the reflection of the light dances of
the blades from his head, enabling me to recognize whose mercy I am
at. I am sure, as my heart starts pumping, that I shall die from
fright. The figure moves, and comes over to stand towering over me
where I lay in the opposite corner, my fingers wedged between the
wire and my neck.

Razor, now more clearly visible, smiles that same, cold smile. He
pulls up my chair and sits down in it, shutting off most of the
systems, leaving only two screens blinking green warning messages
to illuminate his presence. Then he speaks.

I was too preoccupied, and frightened, to make out any intelligible
sounds, so I must recount his words from my audio recording. His
voice though; It flowed like strong current deep in the sea. Cold,
deep and dark with an impact that grips me even now.

"Some situations seem to reflect distant dreams," he says, before
pausing for a few seconds. "When recounted; No conceivable end nor
beginning can be found," another pause, "and no realistic coherency
exists."

I sputter and grasp as quietly as I can possibly manage, not
wanting more attention than necessary, while he continues,

"My life has been like this for an elongated period. It will
continue to be so for as long as I seek refuge in my exact
presence." Pause, and then he smiles, still speaking to the
monitor.

"Yet, what is time...? Or where is it?" He shifts in his seat a
bit. "I know, but do you? Of course you do, for you are the answer,
have the answer, and will use that answer in some duel time where
my life is in order. Unfortunately," he sighs, "that... is not
here."

His attention drifts to the knife he has been toying with, silently
sliding it through his fingers and flicking it over his hand as if
it were as easy as breathing. A sudden movement; and the knife
vanishes into a concealed sheath, while a razor-blade appears. Then
it too begins to vanish in and out of his fingers, twisting and
twirling along a nimble path over fair skin and long, delicate
fingers.

Silence stretches out to me from where he sits, slumped over my
desk watching the screen. Suddenly it is rebuffed by movement as he
sits up and places the razor absent-mindedly in his mouth.

Until now he has never looked straight at me, and I wish he never
would have, but as he turns the light catches his handsome face and
reveals a pair of strikingly purple eyes. He immediately locks my
gaze, and I almost forget to breath, feeling him penetrating my
brain and taking a fierce hold of me. the illusion lasts, I can't
say for how long, because the effect cannot be reproduced and timed
on film.

His eyes, complimenting his face perfectly, show sign of prolonged
melancholic despair, yet radiates a will for life unlike anything
else I have ever seen. I seem to drift, looking into his eyes. What
eyes, those eyes...

The spell is broken as he takes the razor from his mouth and slowly
licks off the blood it has kindled. The action reminds me of
watching a predator lick the bones off his pray after a full meal.
Then he ritually glides the razor over his palm cutting a shallow
rim as long as a finger before rising to approach me.

He quietly kneels at my side, movement quick, yet without any sign
of haste. I am still partly paralyzed from the lack of sufficient
oxygen, or is it from the gaze of those deep eyes which seemed to
bleed like the cut in his hand?

His head hovers besides me and beckons me by whisper to drink the
blood which drips from his right hand into my mouth, which is wide
open from gasping. I cough as the warm liquid drips into my throat,
and for a moment the wire tightens enough to fully choke me. A
flash of a razor though, and the wire falls. I grab for my throat,
air rushing back like wildfire, and caugh violently.

Holding my neck, I feel the shallow cut from the wire, and the
blood, and I suddenly realize the taste of blood in my mouth. I try
to convulse, but I can't, even though I feel the crimson poison
trickle further into my body.

When I am finished, I look up to see Razor looking at me in silent
amusement. As soon as he senses my attention, however; He speaks.

"Now why do you suppose an egg is a symbol of life?" he sits back
up in his chair and I feel unable to answer. He doesn't accept my
silence though, "Hasten, give me an answer; Your life depends on
it."

Appearing as nothing but a silly game to me, I answer, "Because it
harbors a self-sufficient life force?" It is a sensible answer, but
I am only half-aware of what I say.

"Incorrect," he says, eyes flashing in irritation, "You know better
than that. Look at me, what answer do you think I seek? Be smart."
My head is clearing and I am able to sit back up against the wall.
Then I realise.

"Because it is so easily crushed."

"Precisely." A blade has appeared in his hand again, so I make no
considerable movements. A tickle in my stomach holds on to my
attention.

"I have here, on this screen, the reason for my previous actions.
It clearly states why [John] had to die: His goals were
unacceptable, and he tried to use me as his pawn rather than an
employee." A quiet laugh is uttered towards the screen and I get
the distinct feeling he is not talking to me, but through me.

"If there should be an attempted pay-back for my actions, your
misguided vindictively will be awarded my wrath. I assume this
business in the past for I have tapped [John]'s account for what I
was promised, an action which seems more than generous from my
part. The information relevant to your business is in the file
her," he wrapped a chip in my hand, "but the rest has been
corrupted. It is business as usual."

With that he smiles and snaps at me faster than I had ever
anticipated him capable of, yet where I expect impact I feel
nothing but a subtle shift in the air as a gush streaks my face.
When I re-focus, the room is empty but for myself. Childishly
reminded of bedtime vampire stories, I don't bother to inspect the
room any closer as I get up, rip open the door, and weakly escape
from the confinement of the room, crashing several pieces of
equipment in the process.

Some time has passed since this incident but the memory is still
fresh within. the search was immediately called off after my report
and I was releived from duty. I now work for a larger corporation
in Seattle but have a conceivably anonymous job. My new life
reassures me as it lessens the chances that this elaboration will
compromise my well-being.

I have told you this story to warn you, to offer you a chance to
avoid interaction of any sort with the Shadowrunner named Razor.
Most of Razor's conversation still eludes my understanding, yet
maybe you can conclude some valuable information from it. I have
told my story in spite of the possibility of lethal redemption and
hope you receive and make use of my efforts. If you never hear from
me again, assume Razor finds this posting disturbing and that he has
acted acordingly.]<<<<
     --  Farseer <15:23:46/04-14-56>

*****PRIVATE: Rumormonger
>>>>>[Uh, let's see.  How about 5k Y?  I mean, mostly I've got small
systems mapped.  The dumbest one probly is the map of the Astoria Private
Library.  But, I did give the locations of where the librarians go after
hours. *Grin*.  What do you think?]<<<<<
        -- Drode Melan <9:00:30 CST/04-14-56>

*****PRIVATE: Flute
>>>>>[That's Drode, actualy.  And yes, I'm a decker.  And what I meant is
that you seem to have a lot of people who are trying to give you a job.
I was wondering if you culd throw them my way.]<<<<<
        -- Drode Melan <9:03:56 CST/04-14-56>

>>>>>[Show me where he questioned your honor.]<<<<<
         -- Flute (Child / Goddess)

*****PRIVATE: Drode Melan
>>>>>[I've only got one person trying to give me a job and I really
don't trust him. If I get one I like but can't do, I'll send it to
you. Finaly, I'm making a run agaisnt Freddy, but I won't sell maps
of his system.]<<<<<
         -- Flute (Child / Goddess)

>>>>>[Folks, how about a compromise?  Let Flute enter the system just like
the rest of us deckers, and if she should activate an alert, then Chris you
can enter the system.  Fair Enough?]<<<<<
           --Buzz (The one the only...Human Bee in the Matrix)

***** Private: TopCat
>>>>>[Did Darkfire ever send word? I fear for his safety. Of course,
maybe 2-3 Million was just a bit too much of a temptation to him.
However, if that is the case, I am very dissapointed. I shall give him
the benefit of the doubt until I have time to investigate further,
though. Please check if he's out there once again.

Have you had Sure Shot check out Tsar/Fulcrum yet? I must stress how
important this is once again.]<<<<<
     --  Genocide <16:56:12/14-APR-56>

>>>>>[That's how it was going to happen anyways, Buzz. Chris We're
ready when you are.]<<<<<
           -- Flute (Child / Goddess)

>>>>>[Heya Tarlington!  All tha mojo says you is gonna kick some little
chickadee butt!!  Heyell, Samedi even gave me a nightmare shewing an
Angel smackin' the crap outta little musical instrument.  Hell if I know
what kind, but my guess it was a flute.  Hehe.  Slap 'er upside the head
one time for me, eh?]<<<<<
        --VoodooBilly Man<13:37:16/4-14-56>

>>>>>[Flute, to quote Tarleton: "If you find it in your hearts to retaliate
for a defense of honor then you are truly without any semblance of honor.
I can't say I'm impressed with this."
To which I replied the way I did.  Of course this was not only to me, but to
my friends, as well.  Be careful, Flute, I don't trust him.]<<<<<
           --Shadow (14:00:30 PDT/04:14:56)

>>>>>[ Not to cause too much trouble, but I was under the impression,
that -- well it was directed to someone in particular.  In addition that
particular person, IMHO, was not you Shadow.

Oh!  While I'm posting here.  I've been hearing a disturbing rumor floating
around in most of the major cities in North America (notably outside NAN
and Atzlan) that there is a new designer combat drug out.  Supposedly it is
highly addictive, and has some nasty side-effects.  In my spare time, I may
check it out and see if people in Knight's Errante, Lone Star, and maybe even
Doc Wagon know anything on it.  If I find anything more on it, I'll let you
all know. ]<<<<<
        -- Ratspeak <15:47:33/4-14-56>

*****NOT TO: CircE, Black Kris, Macros the Black, Macros Spotter
>>>>>[Yeah, I think you know who is onto you Macross.  Just thought I'd
let you know your little set up didn't work.  Nice try ya fragger.

+++++UPLOAD AUDIO/VIDEO (y/n)? y

        The scene is obviously from an airborne drone, as the height is
clearly over 100m from the small grassy hillock that is the center of
view.  There are three figures crouched on the small hill.  The first is
an apparently average man dressed in what are obviously expensive
clothes.  What looks like a strange growth on the right side of his head
at first glance, is later clearly a datajack radio unit.  A graphic
appears labeling him as "the Whistler."  The second male figure is also
normal, dressed in a traditional suit and wearing classic Ray-Ban
Wayfarers.  The graphic label him as "Mr.Purple."  The third figure is a
young, somewhat attractive Native American women, dressed in
strategically ripped jeans and a oversized black leather jacket.  She
looks mostly normal expect for the shocking blue color of her hair.  She
is labeled "Spring Rivers."  Mr.Purple waves his hand in the direction of
the camera, and the enhanced sound pick-ups catch his words, if only barely.

"The bird is yours I hope?"

The Whistler replies "Affirmative, I always have at least one bird on the
air at one time.  Can you catch the other bird?"

Both Mr.Purple and Spring Rivers look around, but don't seem to see the
other drone.  They then shift their attention off-camera, down the hill.
The camera shifts to where the group is looking, and you see two
individuals conversing rather animatedly.  The one wearing an expensive
suit is labeled as "Unknown Aztlan Executive", the other man wearing the
non-descript, traditional suit is labeled as "Macros the Black."  The
distance is too far for even the enhanced microphone to pick up.

The scene suddenly shifts, and it is obvious this is the view from the
other drone.  It is farther away, at it's attention is focused on the
Whistler and the others.  Spring Rivers has her back to them, protecting
their back.  Suddenly her left shoulder explodes red, blood spraying onto
Mr.Purple's back.

The scene shifts again, to the original view, and the Aztlan exec and
Macros are both running away, in different directions.

The scene shifts back to the hillock.  Both Mr.Purple and the Whislter
have turned around, and Spring Rivers has hauled out of her jacket
(apparently) an AUG-CESL in SMG mode.  She has begun firing, but it is
not clear at what.  As Mr. Purple gets up to dive for cover behind a
small boulder, he is hit by a burst of fire that knocks him back, to the
other side of the hill. The Whistler is luckier, as he makes it behind a
tree, rounds chewing into the ground after him.  The Whistler slumps to
the ground, his eyes glassy.  Graphics appear to indicate that he has
gone into astral space.  Spring Rivers is still firing wildly, exchanging
clips on the fly.  The Whistler  then stands back up and turns, into the
line of fire.  At the same time, Mr.Purple appears from the other side of
the hill, matte black Savalettes in each hand, each one spitting out
bursts into the treeline.  A scream can be heard, which can only be from
one of the attackers.  The Whistler begins to mutter in an unknown tongue
(graphics appear to indicate that it is ver formal Welsh Gaelic), and
suddenly the trees from where the attackers where hiding erupt in flame.
Only the sudden sweat on the forehead of the Whislter indicates that is
was his spell that caused the fire.  A man in light security armor
stumbles out of the flames and into view, clutching an Ares Alpha Combat
Gun, only to be dropped by the precision firing of Mr. Purple.  Another
man in light security armor  stumbles into view, to be hit by the almost
random rounds of Spring Rivers, now on her third clip.  The Whistler just
looks at Mr.Purple, who is bleeding (but clearly less than he should),
and they both nod, and start to walk away.  Long seconds later, Spring
Rivers realizes that her associates have started to leave, and gets up
and follows them, clutching her bleeding shoulder.

+++++END PRIMARY AUDIO/VIDEO--CONTINUE (y/n)? n

        A ten man Aztlan hit squad got turned to barbeque.  How do you
like that Macros?  You ain't fraggin' with rank amatuers.  Everyone, even
Spring, is nicely healed up (ain't magic grand?), and now you've pissed
us off.  We know you know about us.  In fact, I have reason to believe
you've been waiting to try this for a while.  We're just watching for
now...unless you try another stunt like that again.  And than, come hell
or high water or our contract, we'll strike back.

Yes, low in subtlety, but it's about time we laid our cards on the table
don't you think.  We know what your job is, you know what our job is. Now
let's see who wins.]<<<<<
        --the Whistler<14:54:12/4-14-56>

*****PRIVATE: Mr.Purple, Spring Rivers
>>>>>[Yes, as you can see, I've thrown down the gauntlet.  I'm trying to
force his hand.  What does this mean for us?  We have to be even more
aware of what is going on, and be prepared for anything.  This job will
come to a close soon, one way or another.  No, he doesn't have direct
acces to what was broadcast, but I'm sure he'll see it.  Infact, I'm
counting on it.]<<<<<
        --the Whistler<14:57:46/4-14-56>

***** Private: Genocide
>>>>>[I talked to Razor about doing an info check on that individual
called Tsar/Fulcrum.  To be quite honest, he told me that if it needed
done, I could do it myself.  (He wasn't quite that polite though.)
Anyway, since you did say that it was an emergency, I went ahead and
dug up what info I could about him.  It wasn't alot though.  A small
question for you though.  Would you mind telling me what type of
operative this guy is.  He had some of the nastiest ice protecting his
file that I've ever seen.  Frag, I almost crapped my pants when I saw
what those ice could do.  I ended up dumping myself from the system in
order to avoid getting slaughtered by one of them.  For that reason,
the file is only partially complete.  Sorry that it's not all there.
I'll try and snag the rest of it a little later on.  Take care of
yourself.  Everyone says hi.  Later.

+++++ INCLUDE: Tsar/Fulcrum.folder   ]<<<<<
        -- Dashira <15:24:55/04-14-56>

>>>>>[It wasn't?  Several of us threatened to do harm, if Flute were to be
harmed...including myself.]<<<<<
          --Shadow (15:15:30 PDT/04:14:56)

>>>>>[ This isn't my fight, and I don't wish to be dragged into it.  Maybe I
read his post wrong.  It is possible.  I have other much more pressing things
to look into than a little image conflict between other deckers.

BUT!  IMHO, Flute deserves what she gets if she wonders into Freddy's system.
Personally, if I was going to raid a system I wouldn't have posted it in such a
way that the people who I were going to raid are going to find out.  Secondly,
I would have expected Freddy to want his system to be defended.  And thirdly, I
would expect -- umm -- Freddy's matrix consultant (*grin*) to take a highly
defensive stance as far as defending Freddy's system.

An eleven year-old with a deck (or is it seven-year old?  Sometimes it is so
hard to tell).  Wouldn't it have been safer to let her learn the trade in a
safe area, and then let her start truly test her skills when she is the same
age most other starting wanna-bes are?  I started coding when I was 7, but I
didn't make my first dangerous matrix run until I was 15. ]<<<<<
        -- Ratspeak <15:47:39/4-14-56>

>>>>>[ I'm surprised you were able to follow that rule.  Must have made you a
real bitter kid to not be able and go out and prove that you had cojones.
]<<<<<
        -- Scourge <15:48:48/4-14-56>

>>>>>[ Well. . . what about you Scourge, mister wageslave?  How did you learn
your tricks? ]<<<<<
        -- Ratspeak <15:49:48/4-14-56>

>>>>>[ If you need to ask, it means you haven't cracked my past.  Guess I don't
need to say more.  And Ratspeak, don't you have something better to be doing,
besides talking to me?  Whatever happened to DragonEyes?  Or is that a taboo
subject? ]<<<<<
        -- Scourge <15:51:22/4-14-56>

>>>>>[ *grumble* ]<<<<<
        -- Ratspeak <15:51:49/4-14-56>

*****PRIVATE: Flute
>>>>>[I'm not looking for the Frypp Security's map.  If I want that, I'll
practice VERY hard, and then MIGHT attempt the system.  Besides, I don't
need that map now.  I don't want you to get the wrong idea about me.]<<<<<
        -- Drode Melan <6:01:30 CST/04-14-56>

>>>>>[Shadow, I see your point, but I started this and Chris feels
his honor is at stake. I meant no harm to his honor but, this
is what is going to happen. Chris and I will duel, and unless I die
nobody, I repeat NOBODY, should interfere. I appreciate the help
but I started this.]<<<<<
          -- Flute (Child / Goddess)

>>>>>[Ratspeak, I didn't say I was coming in. Freddy made an open
invite to me to try an raid the system.]<<<<<
        -- Flute (Child / Goddess)

*****PRIVATE: Dronde Melan
>>>>>[No problem, I didn't want you to get the wrong idea about me. So,
anyways you know of any good raiding spots.]<<<<<
        -- Flute (Child / Goddess)

***** Private: Dashira
>>>>>>[Oh slot.

Dashira: You do not want to know who this guy is, and how we relate.

Don't try moving on his file again. Next time you even try, they'll send
someone. Count on it.]<<<<<
     --  Genocide <12:37:56/15-APR-56>

***** Private: TopCat
>>>>>[PULL SURE SHOT OF TSAR/FULCRUM'S BACKGROUND CHECK RIGHT FRAGGING
NOW!!]<<<<<
     --  Genocide <12:38:12/15-APR-56>

>>>>>[Hmmm...I wonder where that wimpy; weak; shithead of a spirit, that
calls himself Brimstone, is?  We haven't heard much from him nor his idiotic
master.]<<<<<
          --Ogawa Asaka (06:15:30 PDT/ 04:15:56)

*****Private:  Sure Shot
>>>>>[Heyas.  I knew the boss wouldn't like this.  Run a thorough check on
this Tsar/Fulcrum chummer.  I need it yesterday with nothing omitted.  Also,
you get any word form Darkfire?  I think the fragger took the cash and
split.  See what you and yours can dig up on his whereabouts, eh?  Chat with
ya later.]<<<<<
        --  TopCat <13:33:11/4-15-56>

*****Private:  Genocide
>>>>>[Got SS working the Tsar angle and seeing what he can see on Darkfire
on the side.  I still haven't heard word from the guy.  Not that I know what
went on or anything, but if some guy handed over 2-3 million nuyen to me for
an unsupervised job the thought of a nice vacation would've crossed my mind.
As I said though, SS is working that angle too.  No fun stuff on the survey
side as of yet, but I'm still sending the packets in case you see something
I don't.  Keep in touch.]<<<<<
        --  TopCat <13:38:54/4-15-56>

***** Private: TopCat
>>>>>[No need to worry; I took the necassary precautions. Should Darkfire
have split with the cash, I'll know where to find him. As far as the
money is concerned; Fraggit! It isn't mine, so to me only the principle
of the matter counts.

However, I hope we are wrong about this. I doubt the Black Rose would
read his character so wrongly.]<<<<<
     --  Genocide <13:01:01/16-APR-56>

>>>>>[ Hoi chummers!  Just was looking through the various sorts of things that
various countries don't really want to be come real well known . . . you
know.... it's the magic time to air some dirty laundry.  This time from the
Imperial Japanese State (otherwise known as Japan!).

It appears that yesterday morning, a sever roit broke out in the part of Tokyo
that is generally reserved for those of the metahuman persuasion.  Apparently,
the high-all-mighty equivalent of the UCAS' National Guard was called in.  It
seems that it was a few hours before _most_ of the gunfights calmed down.
Local experts are being prevented from talking about the trashing that the
Japanese took.  Apparently those gangers were better armed and shifted their
anger from each other to the goverment troops.

I have yet to hear word on an estimated death count.  I will keep you posted if
I hear anything more. ]<<<<<
        -- Ratspeak <19:50:00/4-16-59>

***** Private: Whisper
>>>>>[ You fragger!  You're hired goons tried to backstab me after I got my
package for you!  Unfortunately, they didn't kill the poor slot, and they
managed to lose track of me in the maze.

Here's the deal:  Since you seem so eager to get your hands on him, the price
tag is now >>encrypted<<.  Play nicely, or I will open the bid to others that
are interested in him. ]<<<<<
        -- Nightingale <19:53:09/4-16-56>

***** Private: Nightingale
>>>>>[ My dear, I cannot believe you would willingly assume that I had anything
to do with their backstabbing.  I can only assume they figured you an easy
target and wanted to get you out of the way to get more money for themselves.
Still, I can understand your anger.  I know someone who is willing to pay:
>>encrypted<<.  Come to my place and we will discuss details. ]<<<<<
        -- Whisper <19:55:40/4-16-56>

***** Private: Whisper
>>>>>[ I'm sorry.  I'm afraid you didn't hear me correctly.  I said the cost of
this job is now: >>encrypted<<.  Take it or leave it.  As far as meeting you at
your home, I'm afraid common sense says I must pass. ]<<<<<
        -- Nightingale <29:57:56/4-16-56>

***** Private: Scourge
>>>>>[ Could you tell me a little bit more about a guy code: Whisper?  His
matrix icon is:

+++++ include icon.pix

And oh, you might want to start looking for tracks in Southeast Asia. . . I
don't know how active he has been outside of there. ]<<<<<
        -- Nightingale <20:00:00/4-16-56>

***** Private: Nightingale
>>>>>[ Where the hell are you and why would you want to know about him?
Sure... I suppose I could use the side money.  It will cost you: >>encrypted<<
]<<<<<
        -- Scourge <18:01:50/4-16-56>

***** Private: Sprinkler
>>>>>[ You got some time on your hands?  I could use some help tracing this:
>>encrypted<<.  I will be also looking, but I figured two sets of eyes are
better than one on this instance. ]<<<<<
        -- Scourge <20:03:35/4-16-56>

>>>>>[ Sure.

Hey Ratspeak!  Dude, that news brief sucks.  Come on, man, tell us something of
use that is juicy too.  The japanese government is always beating up on the
racial gangs.  Plus as a bonus, that happens in a few other places as well.
Why tell us of this one? ]<<<<<
        -- Sprinkler <20:05:27/4-16-56>

>>>>>[ Are you for real?  Think about it.  Japanese officals are denying this,
but I think the guys they sent to deal with the problem, lost on a big scale.
There could be a real hot story in this. ]<<<<<
        -- Ratspeak <20:07:32/4-16-56>

>>>>>[ So.... that happens in a lot of places.  Why waste our time? ]<<<<<
        -- Sprinkler <20:08:11/4-16-56>

>>>>>[ You have no sense for a good story.  And from what the rumormill is
saying, no sense in who you hire either! ]<<<<<
        -- Ratspeak <20:08:55/4-16-56>

>>>>>[ Let me be the first to tell you this Ratspeak .... DON'T YOU EVER THINK
BEFORE YOU POST HERE!  Sheesh.  Between you and Sprinkler, who needs to pull
runs to find out data.  Just let you two find it and it will be all over this
node in about 50 nanoseconds.

And to add to this all: I _KNOW_ both of you two have something more
constructive to do with your respective times.

Ratspeak, if you feel there is something worthwhile in Japan, why not dig it up
first instead of teasing us?  And I am surprised no one has asked you this so I
will. . . What happen to all those DragonEyes updates?  Have you stopped
looking for him? ]<<<<<
        -- Scourge <20:12:08/4-16-56>

>>>>>[ Temper, temper Scourge.  As far as DragonEyes is concerned I still have
hounds out for him.  I think I might have a lead on where he might be, but
seeing as how you view my posts I think I will keep that quiet.

+++++ trace initiated.
+++++ trace destroyed.

Hmmm.  Seems to be a hot topic.  And by the way, I think I have limited the
suspects down as to who sniped him.  Unfortunately, I really don't like the
list I am coming up with.   Gotta go before whoever just traced me succeeds.
]<<<<<
        -- Ratspeak <20:15:11/4-16-56>

>>>>>[Oh, a good 17-18 years ago.  And no, I grew up in Lake Geneva.  If you'd
ever jumped me as a teen, I think you'd proabably remeber it more than me.  I
was rather beligerant back then (you try going through life at 4'5" and with a
name like Angus).]<<<<<
    -- Irish <14:06:46/13-04-56>

>>>>>[Shadow, frag off.]<<<<<
        --  Christopher Tarleton <Dark/Angel>

>>>>>[Hey, one of my ex-girlfriends is from Lake Geneva!  What a
small fraggin' world!

Come on, everybody sing:

"It's a sm-

LINK AUTOMATICALLY TERMINATED AT SOURCE]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (09:14:34 / 04-17-56)
           President
           Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

>>>>>[Gaddam automatic cutouts.

Angus?!  Angus?!  Bah-ha-ha-ha!  <cough, wheeze, haaaacccck>.  Gotta
quit smoking....

Oh, sorry... 'bout that.... I think I hurt myself.... Angus.

Yeah, I can understand how that'd be tough.  Hey, it ain't so
bad, one of my favorite guitar players's named Angus.]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (09:16:00 / 04-17-56)
           President
           Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

>>>>>[And now, with no further ado, the systems logs from the First
International Decking Contest...

+++++ AudioVisual Upload: Commence

   (FryppSec Internal Offices Security Camera)
       The room is large, walls panelled with polished wood and the floors
covered with a nondescript grey carpet.  Light falls softly across the muted,
ultramodern highlights of the room: black leather chairs in the corners, a
heavy glass coffeetable on one side, a small refrigerator, a dark grey
leather couch, and a massive pool table that occupies a good portion of the
middle of the room.  Sitting not-so-neatly on the coffeetable are the
remnants of take-out Chinese food, having been devoured mostly by a tall elf
in relaxed garb, who is sitting in one of the leather chairs.
       A tall, thin woman with narrow features and hair the color of
burnished copper is sitting next to Freddy, arguing casually with him over
some obscure point.  An elven woman, with long dark hair and wearing a loose
emerald-green raw silk blouse and jeans, is leaning up against the wall, a
pool cue in her left hand, the fingers of her right entwined with those of
the man standing next to her -- a man dressed in black jeans, a black
synthetic windbreaker, and an indigo-coloured silk shirt, with white-silver
hair that is pulled back into a loose ponytail.

   (FryppSec Internal Offices Security Camera)
       As a game of 9-ball finishes up with Patricia sinking a miracle
shot, Chris gets up and quietly excuses himself, a barest hint of
nervousness showing through the cold, determined wall of his personality.
Patricia stops him, catching his arm lightly, and kisses him very softly
on the cheek.

   (FryppSec Matrix Security Log)
       Spinning motion, with all the force of a beam of light, shattering
through the milky azure of FryppSec guardian ice, the shards twisting into
globules of chrome as they peel away --
       And through, banking across the data cores, looking at the endless
steel and blue neon spires, as formless patches of darkness and shadow writhe
on the edge of the child-decker's vision.

   (FryppSec Matrix Security Log)
       Dark Angel looks down, suspended high above the chrome spheres of
FryppSec ice, watching the four blurred shapes push through the white-
marbled azure barriers.  He turns to the exquisitely rendered cockatrice
figure beside him and whispers, quietly.
Angel:    Basilisk, follow Zactof and coordinate security efforts, please.
Bas:      Herr Tarleton, I will do as you ask.
       The cockatrice moves off as the angel spreads its black chrome
wings and banks sharply downwards, senses warped with speed.

   (FryppSec Matrix Security Log)
       The four split into two groups, an orky figure running in a half-
crouch off along a blue-silver datastream towards an unreflective black
sphere of ice, the cockatrice the barest hint of pixelation against the
expanse of infinite steel.  A child, carrying a set of playing pipes and
a toolbox, a troubador, and an elf fly along a slowly unwinding helix of
data towards one of the steel and neon towers.

   (FryppSec Matrix Security Log)
        The orky figure growls fiercely at the unreflective black sphere that
hovers there, and draws a large assault cannon, opening up with a terrible
rattle of spent shells clattering down onto the datastream and fading quickly
into oblivion, shattering the ice, tearing apart the code fragments.
       The cockatrice banks around a building and watches, then falls back
and begins to marshal a defense, glitch ice rising up to pursue the
intruders.

   (FryppSec Matrix Security Log)
        The three others push through the chrome ice guarding the base of
the tower and ascend a spiral staircase of light, gently hopping off at a
small panel in the wall.  The child immediately goes up to it and begins to
play with the controls, intensely engrossed in the display.  The elven icon
looks over the child's shoulder, watching --

   (FryppSec Internal Offices Security Camera)
       The lights dim, flicker, and go out, then snap back on ten seconds
later.  The coffee machine in one corner begins to produce coffee at a
prodigious rate, overflowing the pot in a matter of seconds, as the lights
begin to strobe on and off.
       Freddy swears profusely.

   (FryppSec Matrix Security Log)
       -- the troubadour shouts a warning at the engrossed child and her
elven companion, just as a bolt of light sears white through the spiral
staircase and strikes the child in the back of the head.  The child spins
and plays three low, plaintive notes: the sniper gurgles and unrezzes at
the force of her simple attack.
Jonesy:   Are you okay?
Flute:    Yeah.  I'm fine.
       The bolt of light unwinds in Flute's control software, tunneling
through the tightly woven silicon lines, finding the reaction control
loops, spinning grids of green neon, and begins to distract them, warping
around them and slowing the processor cycle rate down.

   (FryppSec Matrix Security Log)
       Jonesy floats easily down the datastream corridor, followed by
Flute and Harlequin, treading a digital brook that suddenly opens into a
vast, calm lake, with a small shining cube, spinning rapidly, suspended in
the middle.  Flute grins, puts down her toolbox, and moves towards it,
motioning Jonesy off, reaching up --

       -- a flicker of motion on the horizon --

       Dark Angel tastes the Matrix in his mouth, logarithmic Mandelbrot
sets that expand and replicate along his tongue and in his eyes, as he
banks hard, weaving through the chromed spires.

       Flute turns, looking at the black chrome angel that rushes down
towards her, and scrabbles for her flute, trying to play a series of
twenty-one notes, a strong attack program -- the electrons fly down the
fiberoptic cable of her deck, passing into the parser and whipping through,
reaching the execution cores and beginning to work, the system struggling
against the unwound white lines around jade neon that slow the process
rate down.  Flute plays a note, then pauses as her deck cycles fast, and
plays seven more in quick succesion, then pauses for a long moment, plays
another note, as the Angel draws a long, slender kris blade and rushes
headlong towards her.  She plays another note, and another, the blade
slicing down through the fabric of the very Matrix towards her.

       As the nineteenth note plays, the knife strikes, the blade
shattering against her, the shards burying themselves deep in her persona
and replicating at a furious rate, flooding the system with sheer load,
bursting into various viral tendrils that wrap their claws into the
processor and output chipsets, finally spinning off a vicious pulse of
biofeedback that hurtles down the fiberoptic cable --

   (Flute's)
        Flute jerks back in her chair, her nose trailing a stream of bright
crimson blood as her eyes snap back in her head, showing nothing but
endlessly hideous white, her muscles involuntarily convulsing.  Buzz
gasps at the sudden reaction and tries to get up from his seat next to
her, reaching for the white fiberop cable, spattered with blood, but slips
and can't quite get a firm enough grasp on it.

   (FryppSec Matrix Security Log)
        A storm of glitch ice rises from the rippled water of the lake
and moves towards the rapidly derezzing Flute, as Chris banks around
hard and easily dodges a blast from Jonesy's Ruger Thunderbolt attack
program.  He rushes towards Flute, realizing in a moment that he won't
be able to quite make it to her before the ice does --
       -- he spins, his wings growing at an exponential rate, the
system response rate slowing to a crawl as his black angel's wings
envelop the world and then suddenly snap shut about itself, crashing
the system and bringing the world to a screaming halt...

   (FryppSec Internal Offices Security Camera)
        Chris walks into the offices, finding Freddy instantly in front of
him, offering him his hand and congratulations.
Chris:    That wasn't a contest.
Freddy:   You kicked that bitch's ass!
Chris:    No...Freddy, she killed herself.  Her ego got the best of her.
       He walks over to the couch and lies down, resting his head in
Patricia's lap.  She runs her fingers softly through his hair as he falls
quietly asleep -- a single, solitary tear trickling down his cheek.

+++++ AudioVisual Upload: Terminate

...]<<<<<
        --  Christopher Tarleton <Dark/Angel>

*****PRIVATE: Chris Tarleton
>>>>>[Oh my achin' head.

Good job, Chris.

I thank you for the match.]<<<<<
       -- Flute (09:08:00 PST / 4-17-56)

>>>>>[Guess that's finished Freddy.

Buzz when did you want me in Seattle? Seems somebody else...\

+++PAUSE

...wanted me in Denver. OS^2 I think.

+++LINK TERMINATED AT SOURCE   ]<<<<<
       -- Flute (09:11:13 PST / 4-17-56)

*****NOT TO: Flute
>>>>>[I think she's learned her lesson and she may take a long
break away from her deck. I just hope she doesn't quit entirely
because of this.]<<<<<
       -- Zactof (09:19:16 PST / 4-17-56)

*****PRIVATE: John Riglia
>>>>>[I'll begin the test of your system later this week if the offer
still stands.]<<<<<
        -- Flute (09:31:55 PST / 4-17-56)

*****PRIVATE: Flute
>>>>>[The offer still stands, little one. Here's the down payment
on your services.

+++TRANSFER: 2,000 nY

Please give me a report on what you feel is nesscasary for our system.]<<<<<
       -- John Riglia (11:35:20 CST / 4-17-56)
          Matrix Technician
          Farrleton Machinery (Carbondale)

*****Private to: Flute
>>>>>[Watch yourself.  You shouldn't be up and around, you've probably got
a terrible headache.]<<<<<
         --  Christopher Tarleton <Dark/Angel>

*****Private: Zactof
>>>>>[That's why she should come here...I can teach her to control that ego
of hers...and teach her the best ways to watch herself while doing her
job.]<<<<<
          --Buzz (The one the only...Human Bee in the Matrix)

>>>>>[Flute, anytime you are ready...]<<<<<
          --Buzz (The one the only...Human Bee in the Matrix)

*****PRIVATE: Christopher Tarleton
>>>>>[I noticed.

+++PAUSE  4 MINUTES

Hey, later on, you think...

+++PAUSE

...maybe you could help me learn some more things.

+++ LINK TERMINATED AT SOURCE]<<<<<
        -- Flute (13:30:35 PST / 4-17-56)

>>>>>[Fixer of mine hooked me up with some biz he thinks might be
interesting.  Seems as though some corp is designing  tech  that is
potentially harmful to those of you with cybermods.  I'm no decker or
'sam, but if they got the same stuff for bioware, I'll be in the same
boat as the rest of you.  Participants, anyone?]<<<<<
        -- Michelangelo (16:46:32/04-17-56)

>>>>>[I knew of a guy who called himself MAGECK.  STREETWOLF knew him somehow,
I don't know how.  But I don't know of either of the others]<<<<<
        --  Colice Brightstar<18:36:30/04-17-56>

>>>>>[MAGECK wa' a perfessor a' mine at Seattle University.  He taught History.
His name rea'y wa' Dr. Adam E. Buchanan, bu' he preferred ta be call'd
MAGECK.  He knew of tho' others]<<<<<
        --  STREETWOLF(Fire is an Elf's Best Friend)<18:38:50/04-17-56>

>>>>>[Go ahead and laugh Freddy.  After running with 3 trolls (no, make that 4,
can't forget CRUSH), I've heard them all.  And yes, I would suggest you cut down
on the smoking <chuckle>.]<<<<<
    -- Irish <15:31:51/17-04-56>

>>>>>[Hey, OS^2, we've recovered that tissue sample you wanted outta
Buenos Ares... you found a buyer yet?]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (17:50:23 / 04-17-56)
           Impudent Bastard
           Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

***** Private: Dashira, TopCat
>>>>>[Okay, you two; I got a fix on the Lt Col and who kidnapped him. I
am moving my ass up to Belfast where they are to pin them down. Maybe I
can get out of this God-forsaken country soon?

TopCat, can you get in touch with someone who can talk for Ares? I know,
I know: I always come up with the sweet questions, don't I? Get someone
to talk to off the record and use the following file as a negotiator:

+++++ Include: aresvssk.tno

If they want more, they come to me. I'll hand over all the information
they need, but I want a small favor in return. A very small favor I know
they'll be happy to do for me once they've heard me out.]<<<<<
     --  Genocide <10:13:23/18-APR-56>

***** Private: Sinead
>>>>>[Hoi, the Tresspass went smooth, except for one incident (damn
free-thinkin' Irish...), but we got out okay, and the objective was
accomplished. You'll have to hold your horses a bit before I pass the
peas, I need the info secured for a deal first. Give me a day or so,
okay?

As for me, I am in Belfast, and I doubt I'll be coming back. It was...
interesting... to see you again.]<<<<<
     --  Genocide <10:16:21/18-APR-56>

>>>>>[Buzz, I'll be out there this weekend.]<<<<<
          -- Flute (06:08:21 PST / 4-18-56)

*****PRIVATE: Buzz
>>>>>[We'll be out there later this weekend. You notice she's using a
regular time date stamp?]<<<<<
          -- Zactof (06:13:00 PST / 4-18-56)

*****Private to: Flute
>>>>>[Possibly, I might be able to.]<<<<<
         --  Christopher Tarleton <Dark/Angel>

*****Private to; Flute
>>>>>[When you see Buzz later this week.  Tell him, ..... tell him
"Beeee your self."  If he doesn't get it, tell him he needs to watch
old cartoon movies more often. *grin*]<<<<<
        -Harelquin <Great Kid, don't get cocky>

>>>>>[Hey flute, you okay? That looked like a nasty nosebleed.
If I were you I'd stay in bed for a few days]<<<<<
        -- Goku (15:34:12/04-18-56)

*****NOT TO: Flute
>>>>>[That was one hell of a reaction to non-black IC. Maybe because
she's so young her body reacted stronger than usual to the attack.
My guess is that it was one of those that raise your blood pressure to
knock you out cold. Sure, that's non-lethal, but I'd reccomend all you
self-stiled guardians go an' take her to a neurologist to check out
for permanent damage. I always get a check-out after each brush with
IC. Boxing an' Decking are bad for yer neurons...

Why do I care? 'Goku es mi amigo' That touched my black heart. Ain't she
cute?  *grin*

Oh, and by the way Freddy, I'd be on the look out if I were you. She was
messing around your CPU long enough to do more than make the coffe machine
overflow....I can't wait to see what pops out in the next few days.
Har-har]<<<<<
        -- Goku (15:36:13/04-18-56)

*****PRIVATE: Harlequin
>>>>>[Oh my goddammed head.

+++PAUSE

Thanks for comin wit me. Anyways I'll try to tell him, I gotta...

+++PAUSE

... oh yeah, I gotta make a run on Farrleton Machinery, I get paid
5K, I think. I gotta go back to bed...

+++++LINK TERMINATED AT SOURCE]<<<<<
        -- Flute (13:25:55 PST / 4-18-56)

*****NOT TO: Teutone Bleu, Sir Clive Tomkins-Smythe, Doyenne, Akira Ogasawara,
Nikita Vashnevskaya, Zyrcon, Livewire, All Megacorp operatives.

>>>>>[If you are reading this, I am dead.

Considering the line o' business I'm in, I doubt it was a fraggin
heart attack or a stroke. I never expected to live for ever, but
Frag this, I want vengeance!

For the last few years, I've been saving up for a Leonization
process. I now have quite a stash accumulated. Recently it occurred
to me what a bitch it'd be if I got offed before I got myself
'Leonized'

It was then I decided I would invest in a little post-mortem insurance,
to make sure all the dosh didn't go to waste. I don't have any heirs, and
being a good Christian, I'm rather fond of the good ol' eye for an eye.

So I negotiated this little gimmick with the fellas at the Nexus. If I
am killed, this message will be broadcast on all the Shadowland servers
accross north America (An' a few outside).

So here it is: A job offer. Find the Bastards who offed me and string 'em
up to die. If you're interested and not afraid of Wetwork, contact
>>LTG<<, the person who'll answer is the executor of my will. You can negotiate
with him the payment. Just to give you an idea, we're talking 50 K upwards,
depending on your resume and the kind of objective. It's not as if
I'm gonna need the money any more.

so that's it. May the lord have mercy upon my soul.
*grin*

+++++ Temporary attach-

I've recently gotten on the wrong side of a mage guy called Teutone Bleu
an' his Ally Brimstone. I don't expect them to find me, but if they do,
and you're reading this, that means that the Fraggers are in for a
load o' grief.

If they're responsible for me being dead, I want them triple fragged:

250K for the capture of Teutone Bleu. I want him delivered to >>address<<
where a Doc friend o' mine'll have him implanted with so much 3rd grade
cyberware he won't be able to cast a spell in his fraggin life.(At least
for the few months he'll be able to survive without arms an legs an' connected
to a life support machine)

250K for the Mage or Shaman who can discover Brimstone's true name and
publish it on the Matrix.

Prices negotiable. He-he. Ain't vengeance wonderful?

But I'll still be Fraggin dead. Frag. Frag. Frag.]<<<<<
        -- Marksanspensah (**:**:**/**-**-**)

*****NOT TO: Megacorp operatives
>>>>>[The previous message was brought to you by the denver Nexus
delivery service. If you are interested in availing of this service,
please contact us. If you don't know where to find us, we are not
interested in your custom.]<<<<<
        -- Phantom (**:**:**/**-**-**)

>>>>>[  Well done, Christopher.  Well done for the most part as well, Flute.
You were overconfident, and not focused enough on the task at hand.  I'm
sure you've learned a great deal from this, and hopefully it will be enough
to keep you alive.  Sometimes raw talent just isn't enough.  Good luck.  ]<<<<<
        -- Neuron Basher < 21:28:18/4-18-56 >
           Head of Software Development
           Industrial Sound & Magic

*****NOT TO: Flute
>>>>>[When she comes her, we can take her to a friend who is medically
certified.]<<<<<
          --Buzz (The one the only...Human Bee in the Matrix)

*****Private: Zactof
>>>>>[I noticed, she's probably too tired and in too much pain to change it.
 This is only a temporary occurance, she got hit with a program she wasn't
ready for.  She got a little too cocky in Frypp's system...I should
know...i've gone up against other deckers and well...the fights lasted for
quite some time, and many times I've been hit when I wasn't expecting it; or
a lot harder than I expected.]<<<<<
          --Buzz (The one the only...Human Bee in the Matrix)

*****Private: Phantom
>>>>>[I am willing to join the hunt for Marksanspensah's adversaries.
BTW, I am an Initiated Physical Adept, and a resume is in the mail if
need be.]<<<<<
        -- Roanoke (18:28:35/04-18-56)

*****NOT TO: Teutone Bleu, Sir Clive Tomkins-Smythe, Doyenne, Akira
Ogasawara, Nikita Vashnevskaya, Zyrcon, Livewire, All Megacorp operatives.

>>>>>[Now _there_ is a dude who knows how to go out in style.
"Revenge is a dish that is best served cold." ...like from a meat locker.
A great, twisted mind and a big bank account...boy, I'm sorry I didn't
get to know this guy better while he was still breathing.  Oh well, I
can still work for him once.... <gryn>]<<<<<
        --  Joshua's Arm <10:35:11/04-18-56>

***** NOT TO: Teutone Blue
>>>>>[It's like this, I can't account for Flame-Head(Brimstone) because for
an allied spirit he acts much like a free-spirit.  But I'd like to a lil'
something for 2tone, he had nothing todo with Mr. M's demise. this was a
little something that I myself say he bought upon himself he was warned away
from fraggin' with Brimstone, but no he had to keep fraggin' about. basicaly
if any of you self appointed honor-bound avengers come acallin' and attempt
to hurt someone that had nothing to with the slottin' son-ova-slitch
Markanspensa getting dead, well I've got acouple of fireballs to ram down
your self-rightious Throats.  I figure 2tone can handle himslef but I'm tired
of the ways tyhings are done here in this broken shell of what amerika used
to be. Back in the league you didn't know a shadowrunner from a hole in the
wall, here you guys might as well wear a big sign on your sleek black padded
coveralls.]<<<<<
        --  GoD<Tiredofallthese/lightsintheshadows>

>>>>>[Goku es mi amigo, oh my achin' head. I'm gonna back
to...

+++LINK TERMINATED AT SOURCE]<<<<<
       -- Flute (06:12:14 PST / 4-19-56)

>>>>>[No drek, Goku.  You seen what the damn thing's been doin' with
my T/D?  Spark and his merry morons deny all knowledge of this
one.  In fact they said they wish they thought of it first.

Now, can somebody just translate it for me?]<<<<<
        -- "The Gregarious Mr. Frypp" (Moron / At-Large)
           Impudent Bastard
           Frypp inSecurity, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #6150)

>>>>>[Damn, that was kinda nifty.  Eerie as hell, but nifty.  Why
don't I have something cool like that?  I mean, sure I've got a ton
of dirt that'll be public domain when I kick off, but I don't have
any post-mortem contract negotiations planned.

Damn, I'm gonna hafta get me one of them.......]<<<<<
        -- "The Gregarious Mr. Frypp" (Moron / At-Large)
           Impudent Bastard
           Frypp inSecurity, Inc. (CFMS Uplink #5150)

>>>>>[Dammit.  Chris, figure out what the hell is wrong with this damn
thing.]<<<<<
        -- "The Gregarious Mr. Frypp" (Moron / At-Large)
           Impudent Bastard
           Frypp inSecurity, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

***** PRIVATE: GoD
>>>>>[  Watch yourself.  If you think Teutone had no idea of what Brimstone
was doing, you're being naive.  I'm considering taking old Marksanpensah up
on his little offer.  Teutone is a menace.  You got a couple of fireballs for
me too, chummer?  ]<<<<<
        -- Griffyn < 15:32:19/4-19-56 >

>>>>>[Oops.  Do you want me to fix that, Freddy?

For ten times going consultant rate?]<<<<<
        --  Christopher Tarleton <Dark/Angel>

>>>>>[Mr. Frypp, I'd say it means that someone thinks you are full of
yourself and that you have no real substance.]<<<<<
          --Buzz (The one the only...Human Bee in the Matrix)

***** PRIVATE: God
>>>>>[You might need to stand down on that one, my friend.  Losing one loose
cannon is much more preferable to losing a good mage AND a loose cannon -- if
you know what I mean.

Taking one without the other is just going to cause troubles.  You've done
research into ally spirits.  You KNOW how much work and life's blood you
put into them.  Removing his access from his ally will be like cutting off
his right arm  --  The pain will blind him to all that is sane and he will
likely go fully rogue.  Sedating him so that we can deal with his ally will
be doubly bad.

You are there with him, YOU tell ME if you think that he is in control of
that thing.  If he isnt then isnt there something wrong with that relationship?
Does it not go against everything you've learned up until now?]<<<<<
        -- Kor <14:48:06 / 04-19-56>

>>>>>[For that kinda money I'll learn to live with it (whatever the
hell it means) <chuckle>.]<<<<<
        -- "The Gregarious Mr. Frypp" (Moron / At-Large)
           Impudent Bastard
           Frypp inSecurity, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

>>>>>[Me?!  Full of myself?  Moi?  Self-absorbed?

Yeah, so?]<<<<<
        -- "The Gregarious Mr. Frypp" (Moron / At-Large)
           Impudent Bastard
           Frypp inSecurity, Inc. (CFMS Uplink #5150)

>>>>>[Mr. Riglia, I'll make my run...

+++PAUSE

...tommorow or Friday and then...

+++++LINK TERMINATED AT SOURCE]<<<<<
        -- Flute (09:19:27 PST / 4-19-56)

>>>>>[This is a public service announcement:

I'd like to remind some people about the basic flaw of exclusion-type
encryption. Sure, the person excluded can't see it, but there's nothing
stopping a friend o' his from forwarding him the message.

In the case of group exclusions, say 'NOT TO: Ares employees' you can count
on the encryption working against standard corp MPCP's, known Ares
operatives, and even yer own personal Ares file if you have one,
but there's no way in hell the program is gonna be able to recognize
somebody as an Ares employee if he doesn't want to be known as one.
You'd need a fraggin' AI to do the checking.

Ok, ok, before ya all flame me ta hell tellin' me ya already know that,
here's another little bit o' paranoia to keep ya awake at night.

The very best encryption algorithms available today can be broken in
a minimum of three days by the Megacorps big mainframes. Ok, so the
very best machinery is expensive and won't be used unless the Megs' are
very, very itchy to know what you're keepin' secret. But any normal,
not very high priority encrypted message left in Shadowland is bound
to be decyphered an' stored in a corp Databank within a month.

Sweet dreams, kiddies]<<<<<
        -- Goku (12:23:15/04-19-56)

>>>>>[Ok, fine, 8 times going rate.  <grin>]<<<<<
        --  Christopher Tarleton <Dark/Angel>

>>>>>[It's still not worth it.]<<<<<
        -- "The Gregarious Mr. Frypp" (Moron / At-Large)
           Impudent Bastard
           Frypp inSecurity, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

>>>>>[Are you sure?]<<<<<
        --  Christopher Tarleton <Dark/Angel>

>>>>>[Yes, I'm sure.  I'll bitch at Spark.]<<<<<
        -- "The Gangrenously Gregarious Mr. Freddy-I-Have-No-Taste-Frypp"
              (Moron / At-Large)
           Impudent Bastard Who Still Wears Sleazy Sharkskin Suits
           Frypp inSecurity, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

>>>>>[Are you really, really sure?

+++++Audio Upload: Hideous Laughter (11.2 Mp deleted by SYSOP)

He.]<<<<<
        --  Christopher Tarleton <Dark/Angel>

>>>>>[Let me introduce myself.  I am called Sacre Bleu (even by my close
friends).  I have started a small, magical group called the Liberators
(ever hear o' us);  perhaps you've seen us roaming downtown. Anyway, we
would like to offer for sale, how should I say, our talents "de
magique".  Anyone who is interested just ask for Sacre Bleu.  A demain et
au revoir]<<<<<
        --  Sacre Bleu<1:02PST/04-19-56>

>>>>>[Monsieur Sacre Bleu, The Liberators?  What do you liberate,
praytell?]<<<<<
          --Ryuga (13:15:30 PDT/ 04:19:56)
            CEO
            Ryaka Science and Tech

>>>>>[Fraggin' moron made it worse.

I gotta learn.  One of these days a fraggin' mage'll start doin' this
to me, instead of my sig.]<<<<<
        -- "Mr. Gaddam-Deckers / Fix-My-Damn-Deck Frypp"
                (Moron / At-Large)
           Tight-Assed, Flatulent Bastard in a Cheap Imitation
                Sharkskin Suit
           Frypp inSecurity, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #36-24-36)

>>>>>[Mr. Frypp, I can fix it for 5000nY.  Of course, you may not like the
end result. <Evil Grin>]<<<<<
          --Buzz (The one the only...Human Bee in the Matrix)

*****Private: Ryuga
>>>>>[What do we Liberate?  How 'bout the masses from the crushing arms
of fraggin corp folk like you!  But of course, where would we all be
without the great corps to use us like pawns in their own little wars?
Funding is necessary, n'est pas? (*grin*)]<<<<<
        -- Sacre Bleu <4:43pm/04-19-56>

*****PRIVATE: Roanoke
>>>>>[Your offer has been forwarded to the executor of Mr. M's will.
He will contact you in the near future. Please note that I am not
connected to the job offer in any way]<<<<<
        -- Phantom (**:**:**/**-**-**)

>>>>>[Seems like a request to me.  Any particular sequence of forms you
would like or shall I just make them random until I bore with you?]<<<<<
        -- Kor <22:54:16 / 04-19-56>

>>>>>[Greetings Sacre Bleu.  Would you mind giving the rest of us a
rundown of what the group is about, who is a part of it, and how those
interested could join?]<<<<<
        -- Roanoke (18:00:34/04-19-56)

*****Private:  Genocide
>>>>>[Okay, you got your connection,  name of Jeremy Walker.  LTG
>>encrypted<<.  I hope you've got something really impressive for him or a
nice hideaway out of Ares reach for you, as if there is such a thing.
Hardcore negotiator types from Megacorps don't like being jacked around or
interrupted in the middle of a round of golf.   This one'll cost you, too.
Not for me, but for the people I had to go through to get this lined up.
They take these things about as kindly as the megacorps do, except they are
a bit toward the messier side of collections.  They'll contact you shortly
as to payment.]<<<<<
        --  TopCat <19:37:03/4-19-56>

*****Private:  Genocide
>>>>>[Hello, Mr. Genocide.  Our mutual acquaintance has informed me that he
has spoken to you of the need for compensation for our efforts to connect
you to one Mr. Walker.  I believe that the sum of 100,000 nuyen to be paid
to account >>encrypted<< will suffice.  If such should seem to be a larger
figure than you are able to pay, perhaps we could consider this benevolent
act of ours as a favor to you and, thusly, be rewarded in kind with a favor
from you.  You have one week to inform me of your payment as of the
transmission of this message.]<<<<<
        --  Xiao Peng <19:43:44/4-19-56>

>>>>>[Somebody get that girl off of her deck long enough for her brain to
reset.  I doubt she's got any neurological damage, but she sounds like she's
got a concussion.  And all those "LINK TERMINATED AT SOURCE" messages seem to
me she's pulling the jack out to disconnect--falling asleep/fading out while
on line?

Flute, I've been where you are (recovering from a really bad dump)  Jack out
for a week, maybe more, then come back.  Later Kid.]<<<<<
        --  Joshua's Arm <22:00:10/04-19-56>

>>>>>[Sir, Sacre, I have seen many beautiful things destroyed by OUR
materialism. 'Tis a pity, that in order to rectify the situation, I must work
within that materialistic order.  I created this Corp. of mine to help all,
but there are many who would rather not accept my help for free...Just like
the comrades of Powerhouse....I still remember the terrorist bombing in
Oklahoma City...I wished I could have revealed myself then...]<<<<<
          --Ryuga (21:00:30 PDT/04:19:56)
            CEO
            Ryaka Science and Tech

***** Private: Xiao Peng
>>>>>[Yes, 100,000 nY is a fat sum just to establish a contact, but I
don't have time for any "compensating services" right now (unless it's a
zero-time run in the TNO *or* something you need a reasonable decker to pull
off. I'd appreciate a quick report on exactly why you feel justified
about demanding 100K from me simply to establish a contact, though (even in
Ares).

I'll be waiting.]<<<<<
     --  Genocide <10:23:56/20-APR-56>

***** Private: TopCat
>>>>>[Excellent work, chummer; I'm adding up the bonuses. See ya soon,
eh?]<<<<<
     --  Genocide <10:25:12/20-APR-56>

>>>>>[Surprise'm Kor, I hear he likes that sort of thing.]<<<<<
        -- GoD <isallw/ayswatchin>

***** Private: Kor
>>>>>[ I understand your concerns, and please understand I have no love for
either of them.  Brimstone gives me the hibie-jibbies.  I'm just Fed up with
the self appointed avengers,  and self-rightious hornor bound defenders who
just want to collect a quick buck, besides Markenspensah was a skuzz bucket,
he was warned time and time again of just how little control 2tone has over
Brimstone, it's like warning a kid away from a rabid dog.  I say he got what
he deserved.  I guess I'm jsut tired.  well, look I'll keep in mind what you
said.]<<<<<
        --  GoD <isallw/ayswatchin>

>>>>>[I can't do that Joshua's Arm. I got a run to...

+++PAUSE

... to make today. I'll

+++++LINK TERMINATED AT SOURCE]<<<<<<
       -- Flute (06:15:42 PST / 4-20-56)

>>>>>[I just found Flute and she may be dying. Treebear has called for a med
>>>>>chopper. Most
of Flute's vital signs are erratic and her eyes and face are swollen.

She was ready for a sytem test, but not what Riglia did to her.

SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mr. Frypp send a couple of big guards to San Fran General please, I'll pay
you back later.]<<<<<
         -- Zactof (07:02:16 PST / 4-20-56)

+++++PRIVATE: Freddy Frypp
>>>>>[That Mr. Frypp is how you deal with criminal tresspass.]<<<<<
        -- John Riglia (09:03:24 CST / 4-20-56)
            President
            Farrleton Machinery

>>>>>[Folks this came my way a few minutes ago. I think Flute got tagged bad...

+++++BEGIN MATRIX UPLOAD:

'A small Elven girl with black hair and deep black eyes stands in the middle of
the screen. In her hand is a small set of pipes. She is wearing medival clothing
and a black cloak. The name 'Flute' appears beside her.

'Flute is standing before a factory surronded by shimmering fence. In front of
Flute is the icon of a guard house. Two security icons are approaching Flute. As
she begins to play her pipes, one of the guards falls down, but the other,
outlined in black, charges and tackles Flute.

'With a quick twist, Flute knees the guard in the groin. The guard disappears
and Flute locks the guard house door as she continues into the factory.

Flute: Jesus, somethings important here for a black at the SAN.

'Flute moves through another checkpoint as she blows a melody on her pipes. The
guards ignore her and she continues towards the main building.

'At the main building, the guard ignores her melody and releases a bloodhound
that runs past Flute. As she turns after the dog, you watch as Flute is hit by
several bullets from the guard. With an electric flash, Flute whirls around and
plays "Gallows Pole" on her pipes. The guard dissolves with a scream and Flute
staggers to the ground. At that moment a tall form looms over Flute as she
readies her pipes for a final defense.

Dark Angel: Flute, child, jackout before the strain kills you.

'Flute grimaces and lowers her pipes.

Flute: Why are you here?

Dark Angel: Riglia hired you didn't he?

'With a groan, Flute limbs into the building, with Dark Angel following
closely.

'Instantly they are in a large workshop with maps of the sytem and several
workbenches. Dark Angel and Flute are back to back and surronded by twenty
black outlined guards. Moving towards them is a Knight in chain mail and black
tabard.. The knight points his broadsword and speaks deeply.

Riglia: There can be only one, Flute, and fortunately it won't be you.

'Flute looks at Dark Angel and draws a Katana from her cloak.

Flute: Jackout Chris, my life isn't worth the damage you'll take.

Dark Angel: Flute...

Flute: Jackout, even you can't win against these odds.

'Dark Angel gives a final salute to Flute as tear runs down his cheek and he
disappears in a flash of smoke. Riglia waves his sword and the guards rush
Flute.

'After three minutes, only ten guards are left and Flute is leaning against a
workbench. She is covered in blood and Riglia nods.

Riglia: Good day, Flute.

'Flute makes an obscene gesture and Riglia charges her. Flute manages to parry
once, before Riglia runs his sword through her chest. Flute gasps and
dissolves.'

+++++END MATRIX UPLOAD:

Tarleton, thanks for trying to help her.

Zactof, get her to Treebear or a hospital, preferably the former. I'm on my way
out to San Fran and I'll meet you at the airport. Tunnel-Rat don't bring that
bike to pick me up.]<<<<<
         -- ShadowPriest (08:58:24 CST / 4-20-56)

*****PRIVATE:Zactof, Buzz, Harlequin
>>>>>[Damn! What were you guys thinking about! She shouldn't have been
near a fraggin' deck in her state!! What kinda fraggin' irresponsible...

Never mind. That Riglia bastard is asking to get burned bad. I'm willing
to help you frag his system (And his bank account) to hell and back.
(Once he's a squatter in the streets you can let Dragon & the boys at him)

Damn,damn, how big is Farrleton Machinery anyways? I better get some legwork
done, netways.]<<<<<
        -- Goku (Decker'sgotta/Sticktogether)

>>>>>[See what I mean?  <tugging at his tie> No respect, no respect
<yuck-yuck>.

I would joke about that kinda stuff Kor.  A buddy of mine told me
about a chummer he used to run with's, sister.  Seems she pissed off a
Rat shaman and now she's the proud mother of twenty-some devil rats.

Eeeeeeeucck.]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (09:32:22 / 04-20-56)
           President
           Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

***** Not to: Freddy Frypp
>>>>>[Turn him into a jackass.

Oh, whoops, he already is one <ha-ha-hee-hee-snort>!]<<<<<
        -- Spark (10:33:23 / 04-20-56)

>>>>>[Hey, Freddy, I want to borrow your heaviest security squad.  Take it
out of my salary.]<<<<<
        --  Christopher Tarleton <Dark/Angel>

>>>>>[Fuck General.  I-Marines'll be on us in a second.  I know a
great shadowclinic in Oakland.  The docs owe me big.  We'll be
up in the Stallion and lookin' for you.  Follow us.]<<<<<
       -- Freddy Frypp (10:40:23 / 04-20-56)
          President
          Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

>>>>>[As of this moment Flute is in critical condition. 25hance of full
survival. The docs are letting Treebear work with them on
Flute.]<<<<<
       -- Flute (09:05:00 PST / 4-20-56)

>>>>>[  That was entirely unneccessary.  I'm game for a little adventure in
the Farrleton system if anyone needs or wants the help.  They didn't need to
do that to the kid.  Defense of a system is one thing, pointless slaughter is
another.]<<<<<
        -- Neuron Basher < 16:40:20/4-20-56 >

>>>>>[ Mr. Frypp, aye.  He's even in your delightful town, so you'll
have minimal (extra) fuss for the disposition of the sample.  Contact
his people at >>encrypted<< for a location and time.

Speaking of dispositions, were you wanting to distribute the cache' we
had indicated was ready to be moved from Algiers?  If not, we are certain
we can find other buyers of such ... exclusive compact high-destructive
packages in, say, Morocco.  Your choice, but with you being such a good
businessman, we thought we would give you first choice.  Please, answer
soon; Kahlim wants to know by Tuesday. ]<<<<<
        --  OS^2 (9:20:18/4-20-56)

>>>>>[Call General and tell em your comin. If you'd please airlift Flute
>>>>>over to the clinic
I'd be appreciative.]<<<<<
         -- Zactof (09:29:56 PST / 4-20-56)

>>>>>[Chris, would you like that truckload of trolls rabid or
non-rabid?  Phasers set on stun, maim, kill, slaughter or castrate?
Loaded for bear or piasma?  You'll want one of the "tanks" too I
presume?

Waitaminnit!  This might - almost - cover my bill for getting
my sig straightened out!]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (11:34:33 / 04-20- 56)
           President
           Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

>>>>>[Damn system's been one huge cock up all morning.  Wish I woulda
had this before I sent Chris those bodies.

Check out what I just got from Mr. "I'm-Even-More-of-a-Dickhead-
than-Frypp" Riglia.

+++++ FWD'D MSG FLWS:

That Mr. Frypp is how you deal with criminal tresspass.
         -- John Riglia (09:03:24 CST / 4-20-56)
            President
            Farrleton Machinery

+++++ FWD'D MSG CNCLDS

Can't believe this drek.  What a fraggin' loser.  Chris, the
GoonSquad's on me.]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (12:22:33 / 04-20-56)
           President
           Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

>>>>>[I've been watching Flute, Freddy, and Riglia for quite a while.
I think that it was good that Flute was humbled a bit, but I think that
Riglia should pay for what he did.  That was complete, unnecessary
violence in my opinion.  Thus, I'm offering my services at a very low
price to anyone who would need it.  Just call me one big street sam.
If you are interested, I can be contacted at >>encrypted<<.  Thanks.
Oh, and Flute, hang in there!]<<<<<
        -- Hard Steel <10:49:26/04-20-56>

>>>>>[I want a commando team, actually.  I'll talk to you about it later.

You owe me some favors, Freddyboy.]<<<<<
        --  Christopher Tarleton <Dark/Angel>

>>>>>[ Neuron Basher, don't move yet.  There are more ways to hurt Farrleton
and its president than a mere hop and skip through their systems.  Let us
do some preliminary work first. ]<<<<<
        --  OS^2 (11:47:25/4-20-56)

>>>>>[For the few of you who have never heard of my little gang called
the Liberators, allow me to enlighten.  We're, let's just say, an elite
group , of magically inclined individuals who believe that our current
society, run by corps, is oppressive (we're neo-anarchists, man).  You
wanna find us?  We're usually at Alabaster Maiden or Matchstick's in
Downtown or The Downfall in Redmond.  And if you're interested in
joining, you'll have to be tested by my partner, Deja-vu (perhaps you've
met him before).  Anyway, we're still small in numbers so let me know if
you wanna make a meet, Roanoke>>>>>]
        -- Sacre Bleu <5:52pm/04-19-56>

>>>>>[Zactof does she need surgical attention?  I'll be glad to offer my
services...for free.]<<<<<
          --Dr. Veggie Table (12:00:30 PDT/04:20:56)

>>>>>[RIGLIA...YOU ARE IN _BIG_ TROUBLE!!!!!  YOU HAD BETTER SAY GOOD-BYE TO
YOUR SYSTEMS!!!!]<<<<<
          --Buzz (The one the only...FRAGGIN' PISSED Bee in the Matrix)

>>>>>[Riglia, you will die...]<<<<<
          --Shadow (12:05:30 PDT/04:20:56)

>>>>>[Riglia, I shall destroy you...for your trickery....]<<<<<
          --Ryuga (12:15:30 PDT/04:20:56)
            CEO
            Ryaka Science and Tech

>>>>>[Zactof, I shall be willing to help.  I am a Bear Shaman.]<<<<<
          --The Transformer (12:17:56/04:20:56)
            Prelate
            The Right to Life

>>>>>[You see my point, now, I hope?  And if not, well, nice knowing you,
Flute.  I've got frames in storage that could take you out in this condition.
Somebody tell me where to send the flowers, so ka?]<<<<<
        --  Joshua's Arm <16:04:53/04-20-56>

*****PRIVATE: Zactof
>>>>>[If what I suspect happened, happened, I assume there will be an
appropriate response.  Please feel free to draft me for the run.  She was
(is?) an annoying little fuck, but she deserved better than that
doublecross.]<<<<<
        --  Joshua's Arm <16:20:23/04-20-56>

>>>>>[This is me minding my own business.]<<<<<
        -- Kor <20:17:01 / 04-20-56>

>>>>>[Freddy's got her to his shadow clinic.

Goku, Treebear and ShadowPriest have been in Flutes delirious mind and
her 'amigo' is on her mind. Get to ... wait a minute...]<<<<<
       -- Zactof (01:25:37 PST / 4-20-56)

*****PRIVATE: Goku
>>>>>[It's in Oakland at >>encrypted<<. You are the only thing in
her mind right now.]<<<<<
       -- Zactof (01:27:00 PST / 4-20-56)

>>>>>[OS^2, her father was my teacher and I love that little girl.

Count me in on the terrorism. I think you should check on Flute, first
though. I'll get Zactof to send you the address.]<<<<<
        -- Sneakthief (01:29:21 PST / 4-20-56)

*****PRIVATE: OS^2, Sneakthief
>>>>>[>>ENCRYPTED<< in Oakland. You'd better come.]<<<<<
        -- Zactof (01:30:32 PST / 4-20-56)

>>>>>[So is Treebear. I appreciate the help, though. I'll let you
know.]<<<<<
        -- Zactof (01:32:29 PST / 4-20-56)

*****Private: Buzz
>>>>>[Buzz, you think your up to something?
I am not laughing]<<<<<
        -Harlequin <**:**:**/**-**-**>

***** PRIVATE: Ryuga
>>>>>[And I had such hopes for you and your kind.  This is petty bullshit.
Too petty for one of your...stature to soil yourself with.  Allow OS^2
to do their thing.  Its a matrix runner battle.]<<<<<
        -- Kor <20:24:00 / 04-20-56>

*****Private: Goku
>>>>>[I didn't know about this.  Hell, I wish I had.  I've
asked Buzz if he wants in on this, and since you asked, your
welcome to come.  I'm, shall I say, less than laughing.  Tyr's
scales must be balanced, and Tyr shall do it.  Frag with his
system?  Bank account?  Oh my, that would be far to nice.  What
I have in store I will not defile the matrix with.  Lets just
say that you don't want a Jesters ire raised.]<<<<<
        - Harlequin <In her honor>

*****NOT TO: John Riglia
>>>>>[New Update:

If Flute lives, the Doc says she may be paralized to an extent we don't
know yet.

Second: Treebear and ShadowPriest have been working within Flute's
mind and it ain't pretty. The only coherent thought is to see
her Amigo. I believe that is you Goku, if you could please get down
here.]<<<<<
        -- Zactof (01:38:56 PST / 4-20-56)

***** Private: Harlequin
>>>>>[jester man, I need some help, I think he is trying to get out of the
country, so far I've canceled 12,450 reservations, tickets and flights going
out of the country (ie: both of the tirs, the leagues, atzlan and parts
unknown) I don't know how much longer I can do this.  My uncle might get mad
if he find's out i've been doind this, so please don't tell him.  Please
don't let the Music die....]<<<<<
        -- Josh <no t/d stamp>

*****Private: Kor
>>>>>[If you had seen the things I have over the millenia that I have been
alive...I am doing this, because NOONE has the right to trick a
CHILD!!!!]<<<<<
          --Ryuga (14:30:30 PDT/04:20:56)

>>>>>[ I think Kor has the right idea when he says he's gonna mind his
own bizness:  If you know this little lady named Flute, fine;  if you
don't, then I'm tired of hearin' you blab about her.  Life gets tough in
the shadows, so leave her be.]<<<<<
        -- Sacre Bleu <3:01pm/04-20-56>

*****Private: Olorin
>>>>>[We may have need of your services my friend...I trust you have seen
what has happened to the child, Flute?  Besides, how is the subject?  Is he
doing well?]<<<<<
          --Ryuga (14:35:30 PDT/04:20:56)

*****Private: Ryuga
>>>>>[Yes, I have seen what has happened to that child...we must strive to
keep this from the subject as HE is her guardian...It would not do to have
Riglia and the subject totally blown away by the sheer power of the subject.
 I shall offer my services to the ones in need of it.]<<<<<
          --Olorin (22:40:30 GMT/20-Apr.-56)

*****PRIVATE: Harlequin
>>>>>[Wanna trash that guy?  Besides...I think the UCAS government would LOVE
to have some info on this bastard...especially the Secret Service, the NSA,
and the CIA...]<<<<<
          --Buzz (The one the only...Human Bee in the Matrix)