*****Private: Christopher Tarleton >>>>>[Okay, we've got some info for you to go looking into. I've included a file on a couple companies that I need you to dig around in. Look for the usual dirt on our current situation. Let me know what you find. Thanks. +++++INCLUDE: corp-data.folder Hey, be careful out there.]<<<<< -- Tim Gartin <18:03:31/06-30-56> Security Supervisor Red Lime, Inc. *****Private: Dr Snooze >>>>>[Hey there Doc, nice show that you put on there. What can I say, it took our BIG cleaning crew a while to clean it up. Anyway, we've been hearing some unsettling rumors about a possible hit on our of our bars. Could you guys stake out the Ice Grill for the weekend. Keep your eyes open and as usual, be careful out there.]<<<<< -- Tim Gartin <18:05:01/06-30-56> Security Supervisor Red Lime, Inc. *****Private: Jason Stormwind >>>>>[Could Red Lime, Inc. use your companies assets for this weekend? Please respond as soon as possible. Thanks.]<<<<< -- Tim Gartin <18:07:56/06-30-56> Security Supervisor Red Lime, Inc. ***** PRIVATE: Tim Gartin >>>>>[Sorry for the delay. We have been trying to get in as much class room time as we can. I still have to of my people in simulator training but we will be on site tonight by 5:30. We have yet to set the length of our "training" or the duties you need us to perform. We should get both physical and magical security teams together for a quick briefing. I would not like to have one of my people shot at while making a patrol pass because someone didnt know who he was. Do you have facilities for us or do I need to furnish my own?]<<<<< -- Jason Stormwind <20:14:18 / 07-01-56> ***** PRIVATE: GoD, Griffyn >>>>>[Things are moving right along. I have set up some off-site work for us to continue our training with. Pack full combat gear and bring what you need for magical investigations. Im leaving Castor and Pollux behind for tis one unless we find that we need to have them on site. Make a note: We need fast response vehicles.]<<<<< -- Kor <20:15:00 / 07-01-56> *****Private: Jason Stormwind >>>>>[Okay, here's what I'm looking for. I'll need your team for at least two weeks, possibly more. Pay can be negotiated to cover your operating costs. Facilities will be provided. As for getting together with the rest of the security team, I'm planning on having a general assembly on Tuesday evening, say around 1800. We'll be meeting at <
>. From there, I'll give some more instructions. As always, if you've got questions, ask away. I'll be looking forward to seeing you Tuesday.]<<<<< -- Tim Gartin <21:26:59/07-01-56> ***** Private:Tim Gartin >>>>>[Seems like we will have a funny weekend, we are on it you can be shure to get any information you want. Oh by the way , I hope the drinks are free]<<<<< -- Sneaker<22:33:40/06-02-56> *****Private:Tim Gartin >>>>>[As my compadre Sneaker said, we are on it.conditions as discussed. We will report as soon as possible]<<<<< -- Dr Snooze<22:37:40/06-02-56> ***** Private to: Mr. Tim Gartin >>>>>[As requested, here is the results of the information search you asked me to conduct: +++++Upload: datafile -- 11.4Mp deleted by SysOp Enjoy. By the way, can I get free drinks thrown into the payment plan?]<<<<< -- Christopher Tarleton *****Private: Tim Gartin, Security Supervisor, Red Lime, Inc. >>>>>[Sorry for the delay in reporting. Guess I'm not used to protocols and such yet; besides it has been a long week. The first couple of days with the team were absolute chaos (me being an outsider an all. I came really close to kicking a couple of asses), but once I slotted that leadership chip you lent me we really started to gel. (Thanks again.) I'd say we are ready. But of course, the test tomorrow will decide for sure. I hope we pass. I can't handle another week of this bulldrek....]<<<<< -ViperClaw<20:54:56/07-02-56> *****Private: Christopher Tarleton >>>>>[I suppose we can let the drinks be on us. Consider it a thank you for the fast research work that you've done. Could you continue to dig up information on the three remaining links. Thanks.]<<<<< -- Tim Gartin <18:00:01/07-02-56> Security Supervisor Red Lime, Inc. *****Private: ViperClaw >>>>>[Hopefully, you won't have to put up with another week of this. We seem to have come up with some substantial leads. I'll tell you more at the full debriefing Tuesday at 1800. The location is <
>. See you there.]<<<<< -- Tim Gartin <18:08:36/07-02-56> Security Supervisor Red Lime, Inc. *****Private: Dr Snooze >>>>>[Okay. Report as soon as possible on what went down if anything interesting. We've got a general security debriefing Tuesday at 1800 hours. It'll be at <
>. See you there.]<<<<< -- Tim Gartin <18:11:56/07-02-56> Security Supervisor Red Lime, Inc. *****Private: Tim Gartin >>>>>[What's going on, Supervisor? I've got clients and stockholders that want to know what's going on and that's sort of difficult when my Security Supervisor isn't reporting to me.!]<<<<< -- Theo Truncher <20:02:35/07-02-56> CEO Red Lime, Inc. *****Private: Theo Truncher >>>>>[Sorry about the delayed report, Boss. I have finished assemblying a security team going under the classification Security Team Tango. I have obtained physical, magical, and matrix support for this team. The matrix elements recently researched into the five suspect corporations and have eliminated two of them. The remaining three are still possibly involved, however. Here's a brief summary on those elements: +++++INCLUDE: Suspect-dossier.file The magical and the physical squads of the team have been practicing. We are going to have a general assembly Tuesday evening. I've scheduled a surprise practice drill for Wednesday in order to see how well they will work with each other under unexpected pressure. Basically, everything is working as hoped for with no loops that I am aware of. I will keep you updated with our progress. (Thank God that the fraggin' psychos didn't take anything out this weekend!)]<<<<< -- Tim Gartin <20:11:18/07-02-56> Security Supervisor Red Lime, Inc. *****Private:Tim Gartin >>>>>[Report: Wow this really was a dangerous bar. Dangerous pretty ladies, dangerous cheap beer..... this was the funniest job I ever had. I hope you have more jobs of this kind. The only thing that happened was a old street sam trying to grab some woman , who wqasn't very fond of that and started to scream. 5 secs later Stampede wiped him out of the bar. ... If you want more details , just ask]<<<<< -- Dr Snooze <12:30:47/06-03-56> ***** Private to: Mr. Tim Gartin >>>>>[I'm working on the other links.]<<<<< -- Christopher Tarleton >>>>>[I got it for a song. Dirt cheap. The place was going under (ever notice how the places I reeeeaaalllly like hanging out in are always dumps?) and the previous owner wanted out. Dunno what I'm gonna call it..... Haven't given it a whole lotta consideration. I'm still trying to book some decent bands, redecorate, get ridda the old booze.... you know, all the boring stuff. Tomorrow's the fourth. God, I can't wait. One of the five most heartily celebrated holidays in SF. Right behind CFS Independence, Occupation Day, Pearl Harbor, VJ Day and that day we nuked Hiroshima!]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (09:00:00 / 07-03-56) President Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150) >>>>>[Hey...Freddy...it's the Fourth tomorrow. May I suggst that we cause some damage?]<<<<< -- Christopher Tarleton >>>>>[Damn, a boy after my own heart. Kinda brings a tear to my eye. Excuse me.... I'm going to need a moment.... Hell yes. Whada ya got in mind?]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (09:02:22 / 07-03-56) President Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150) *****Private: Dr Snooze >>>>>[That's all right, I'll pass on the details.]<<<<< -- Tim Gartin <18:03:56/07-03-56> Security Supervisor Red Lime, Inc. >>>>>[Thoguht of a name for the bar. It's old, but it's good. How's this grab ya: the Club Bobaloo? Huh? Huh? Ya like?]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (13:50:22 / 07-05-56) President Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150) >>>>>[That name sounds familiar but I cannot place it. Is it from some old movie? Maybe...Casablanca? Maltese Falcon? Damn, I should know this one. Freddy, that seems like a strange name for a bar out in the middle of the CL. Make sure you save me a bottle of rum. I might be able to swing a trip out that way in the nearish future.]<<<<< -- Kor <19:25:05 / 07-05-56> ***** PRIVATE: Kabuki Man >>>>>[I have a favor to ask -- I just picked up a couple of vehicles that could really use your special touch to get them up to spec. I have a luxury camper (family sized) that already has strengthened suspension, engine modifications, and a bit of armor (underneath only, I think...) Here -- +++++ Include Camper.Specs +++++ Include Semi.Specs These need to be made into livable space that should be able to stand up to a determined effort from most of Seattles streetgangs with small arms. Do what you need to with Freddy. Ill open an expense account for the work and materials. Im sure you know what I want.]<<<<< -- Jason Stormwind <19:33:05 / 07-05-56> >>>>>[groan. How about "Chiffon"]<<<<< -- CHristopher Tarleton >>>>>[You are looking for a name. How about: "COMEINGETDRUNKANDDIE" It says everything there is to say about a bar, at least now.]<<<<< -- Sneaker<06:31:55/06-06-56> *****Private: Security Team Tango >>>>>[Well, guys, here's a little recording of how you guys did on your test run. +++++INCLUDE: Security-Camera-A.Data The scene shows a small but tasteful conference room with a table made to seat 11 people. At the head of the table, a middle aged man who you would guess is in his mid-thirties runs his fingers through his brown hair while talking to the other people in the room. He rambles on about security responses expected and report methods as well as target priorities and health insurance coverage. From watching for a couple minutes, you place names on the rest of the people in the room. At the far left front chair at the table, there sits a human male. You would guess that he is around 6'2" tall and near 30 years old. His hair, pure white and pulled back into a ponytail looks contrasting to his steel-grey eyes. Currently, he is wearing a black silk shirt with black slacks. From the conversation, you've gathered that he is known as Dark Angel in the matrix and on the street. Next to Dark Angel sits a very large troll. Your guess would be around 22 years old. You know that trolls are generally big, but, well, this guy is huge. Suprisingly though, he doesn't seem as, well, shall we say, mentally challenged as most trolls. He wearing a Red Lime, Inc. security uniform at the moment and has a Savalette Guardian heavy pistol in a holster at his side. The conversation would hint that he is known as ViperClaw. Across the table from Dark Angel sits another troll. He looks almost out of place in his Bermuda snorts and armored vest. What can I say, he's big, furry, and looks more than ready to rip your head off. As you look, he spits a stream of tobacco juice into a small glass that is sitting on the table in front of him. The conversation would indicate beyond a shadow of a doubt that this troll is known as Stampede, and the Manhunter pistol at his side would indicate that you don't want to get in his way. Next to Stampede sits a human male in an urban camoflauge suit with an Uzi III w/Sound Suppressor slung over his shoulder on a strap. He hasn't said much during the meeting, but it seems that his name is Sneaker. He's quiet, but you have a feeling that he uses that stealth in his trade. The other person in the room is sitting next to Sneaker. His jacket has the appearance of a late 20th century country singer. He is wearing black leather pants. Hanging from his left ear are some feathers and from his right is an ugly golden ball with a small black stick attached. He could be packing a pistol, but you don't know for sure. The person who was standing at the head of the table finishes speaking and after answering a couple questions, picks up his papers and puts them into a briefcase with the name Tim Gartin gold embossed into the edge. After wishing the group well, he heads out the door. The group starts to stand up and leave when small radios on their belts beep for a couple seconds. Simutanously, they all raise the radios to their eye levels and read off of the small screen. You can make out mumbled phrases as they read half to themselves and half out loud, "Bomb planted . . . ten . . . 2684 Widden Ave . . . Security Team Tango." ViperClaw is the first one to say something clearly, "Well guys, looks like it's time to earn that beer!" Immediately, everyone rushes from the room and you hear Dark Angel saying as he leaves, "I'll try to check things out from the cams via the matrix." +++++END: Security-Camera-A.Data At this point, Dark Angel jacked into the matrix while the remainder of the team jumped into a fast response helicopter and headed for the scene. From here on out, I've combined a combination of security camera feeds from the location as well as a little feed from a hidden cameraman I had outside. INCLUDE: Camera-Feeds.Data --Hidden Camera Feed-- The scene clears to show the exterior of a bar from approximately 100 feet away. Several Lone Star vehicles are at the location and one vehicle with the FBI logo is parked along side. You can see what appears to be the last patron running from the doors of the building as the sound of a helicopter grows louder on the air. Seconds later, a Red Lime, Inc. security helicopter lands in the parking lot and you recognize ViperClaw, Dr Snooze, Stampede, and Sneaker as they climb out along with 4 other Red Lime Security workers. All eight people from the team are wearing Red Lime security jackets to aid in identifying each other in tense situations. Within seconds, the helicopter takes off and the security team (having been briefed on the short flight over) forms up by the front doors to the building. --Matrix Feed-- In your view, a figure made of what appears to be polished midnight- black chrome pixelates into view. His wings folded around his body unfurl as he seems to assorb all the currents and eddys of the dataflowing by in the electron pipeline. Without seeming to hurry, yet going at an amazing pace, he soon arrives at a small unmarked metal door. Barely pausing, the Dark Angel flashes a small through the electronic lock on the door and passes through. The flow of glowing data packets and information inside the system is incomparable to the massive amounts outside the door and the angel seems to continue watching and assorbing all as he continues down the electronic pipe. Seconds later, you arrive inside of a "junction" where several paths meet. Taking one of the exits, the angel arrives at a barrier made of arcing electricity barring his way into the node beyond. When the angel flashes the pass at the barrier, the barrier fades away to be replaced with a dark purple wolf. With a snarl, the wolf crouches preparing to spring. --Security Camera Feed-- The view is one of the interior of a small bar. The front door is closed and everything seems to be normal. There are drinks on the tables and bars. Cigarettes are burning in ash trays. The only thing missing is the people. There isn't a single person in the bar. Suddenly, the front doors smash open with a crash. You recognize ViperClaw and Stampede as they flash around the door opening in a crouch with weapons raised while searching for targets in the room. Stampede's Samopal Assault rifle and ViperClaw's Area Alpha combat gun are moving constantly searching for targets. After scanning the room for a couple seconds, you see ViperClaw say something into his head radio. Seconds later, Sneaker and Dr Snooze come barreling through the door and run toward the storage room door. The four security agents that came with the group take up Stampede and ViperClaw's positions at the door and cover the group as Stampede and ViperClaw each run toward one of the restrooms. --Matrix Feed-- As the wolf prepares to leap, his jaws open in preparation of taking a bit out of Dark Angel's persona. Instead of electronic flesh, all the wolf finds is a crossbow bolt down his throat as a black crossbow appears in Dark Angel's hands and he fires at an unexpected and amazing speed. Instantly, the complicated subroutines of the wolf IC unravel and disentegrate. The wolf seems to pixelate out of existance and the angel continues into the node, his crossbow disappearing as quickly as it appeared. The node's "walls" are covered with screens showing various shots of a bar that appears to be virtually empty. After checking the screens and a control panel in the far wall, the angel turns and heads out of the node, through the junction, and into the another doorway. Milliseconds later, he arrives at the doorway to another node. Standing in the doorway, a security guard in a Red Lime, Inc. uniform holds up his hand and demands identification. Dark Angel flashes him the correct passcode and the guard steps aside. Unfurling his wings, the angel proceeds into the node. Large screens show flashes of numbers, alpha-numeric characters, and glimpses of program code as the Central Processing Unit goes about it's day to day work. After checking a couple screens and a few control panels, the angel's mouths the words, "All Clear!". --Security Camera Feed-- Dr Snooze readies his Defiance 250-T shotgun and throws open the door to the storage room. Instantly, him and Sneaker spin around the door frame and pan the room with their weapons looking for targets. Within a couple seconds, Sneaker slaps the folding stock on his Uzi III and continues to cover the room as Dr Snooze shouts "All Clear!" Dr Snooze then jogs over to where Stampede is waiting in front of the Ladies restroom and covers him as Stampede goes inside. Seconds later, Stampede emerges and Dr Snooze covers ViperClaw as he goes into the Men's restroom. After a couple seconds, ViperClaw emerges from the restroom and an "All Clear" is passed out the door to the waiting Lone Star bomb squad. +++++END: Camera-Feeds.Data Anyway, guys, I must complement you on a job well done. We needed to see how well you would work as a team and, well, to be honest, we are very impressed.]<<<<< -- Tim Gartin<22:03:36/07-05-56> Security Supervisor Red Lime, Inc. >>>>>[Couldn't let this one pass; how about adding a casino to the bar and call it, "Drown Your Monetary Losses".]<<<<< --Buzz (The one the Only...Human Bee in the Matrix) >>>>>[Stupid name for a bar, Buzz.]<<<<< --Shadow (05:45:30 GMT/ 06-Jul-56) >>>>>[Then WHY don't YOU come up with one?]<<<<< --Buzz (The one the Only...Human Bee in the Matrix) >>>>>[Because, why should I?]<<<<< --Shadow (05:47:30 GMT/ 06-Jul-56) >>>>>[Me got name toooo: "PAY and get lost" or "Make me rich"]<<<<< -- Stampede<06:52:15/06-06-56> *****Private: Freddy Frypp >>>>>[You got it? Ok, tell me when its on. What do you mean its on? Its... Mr. Frypp I know that this isn't the propper channels for this sort of thing, but then again I never have any luck with normal channels. Word on the street is that your going to be opening a club need a good band to test the foundations. We're your band. We're good, we have a following and we could use the gig. Don't say that! He'll think we suck. Shut up drekhead, the mike will translit you too. Drek, its fardling on there. Will this button edit i...]<<<<< -- Jana<08:31:52/07-06-56> >>>>>[Just like you Freddy, but how about something like Quibo's? or beter yet something more like your personality "SHUT-UP and DRINK!!!"]<<<<< -- GoD