*****Private to: Tim Gartin
>>>>>[Don't rush me, don't rush me.  This is quality, novahot work here.  I've
eliminated one of the thre possibilities, and the other two are looking more
and more suspicious by the clock cycle.  I've also found a handful of poli-
clubs that could be involved.

+++++Upload: Formal Report and Data Log

The free drinks are great, though, although you could use some Laphroaig.]<<<<<
        --  Christopher Tarleton <Dark/Angel>

>>>>>[ Hey, Jazz, sure -- carry some military-grade ECM in a self-powered
backpack.  But then, they might've thought of that, and it goes off when
a signal is turned _off_.  So you get a street doc to take it out, but
hey, they thought of that too, so they rig it to blow if it's tampered
with without having a weak signal transmitting to it nearby.  Hmmm.  Well,
you can either do what they tell you, or else run against them to get the
codes and THEN arrange for it to be removed.

As for the Boosted Reflexes thing, I think I've heard of some corporations
with a real painful process that'll reverse the damage.  But then again,
I also hear that it kills, like, thirty percent of the patients...

Life's a bitch, ain't it? ]<<<<<
        --  Mike and the Mechanic (18:25:27/7-13-56)

>>>>>Another problem with the ECM idea is the nuyen that sucker'll eat up. .
. .Glad this isn't *my* neck we're talking 'bout. . .  You gotta admire the
cortex bomb.  It's simple and low tech, but damned effective.  It has
finesse.<<<<<
              --  Jazz  ( 10:39:47 / 13-7-61 )

>>>>> It's also essence friendly.  Heh heh.<<<<<
              --  Jazz  ( 10:41:06 / 13-7-61 )

***** PRIVATE: Trixie
>>>>>[Why do you immediately accuse me of selling out and not caring about
my employees?  Have I done something to make you feel as if I no longer
care?

On top of that you grasp on to an unfounded rumor before even bothering to
ask me.  You have my home phone number, you have my on-site phone number, you
could have called me at nearly any time to talk.

No, the company isnt being sold.  If you could be patient enough to wait for
the staff meeting on Monday (which I may have to phone in for) I will explain
everything then.]<<<<<
        -- Jason Stormwind <15:39:18 / 07-14-56>
           Executive Officer
           Industrial Sound and Magic

>>>>>[Ooooh, that I like....]
        -- Freddy Frypp (11:30:22 / 07-14-56)
           President
           Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

***** Private: Kor
>>>>>[Yeah, yeah, uh-huh.]<<<<<
        -- Kabuki Man (10:22:51 / 07-14-56)
           VP-IN-C-OPS
           Frypp Security, Inc.

>>>>>[Hey, I'm gonna hafta find that first band....  The dwarves
sucked.  Hey, J, we're leaving tonight.  We'll be in town sometime
tomorrow.  Can you bring the band over tomorrow night so I can hear
'em in person?]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (12:22:41 / 07-14-56)
           President
           Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

>>>>>[Can ya make a "Flaming Walenda"?  Howzabout a "PPC"?

Christ, I hafta scrounge work for the company, but as soon as I open
a bar, they're crawling outta the woodwork....]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (12:00:00 / 07-14-56)
           President
           Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

>>>>>[Hey, Kor, I'm gonna need somebody to keep a drink in my hands
at all times.  You know that.  <grin>]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (12:10:33 / 07-14-56)
           President
           Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

>>>>>[I dunno how the rest of you can take this stuff.  Explosions
and fireballs and all of the other stuff just ain't my style.

Blackmail.  That's the way to get stuff done.  I remember a quote....
"The best way to kill a general is with his own hands".  That's the
way to do stuff.

So anyway, we're clear and away, been clear and away for more than a
week.  I just been playing with the editing.  Might as well post this
little montage.

+++++ BEGIN VID:

The inside of Rumormonger's van.  Trash slides across the dashboard
as the van heels in turns.

"So , how did you guys find this place?  Or is it some of the voodoo
I don't want to know about?"

A disembodied voice from behind the camera tells him, "He came to me.
He told me where to find them.  He wants back into the fold."

"Uh-huh."

The van's traversing a pretty rotten neighborhood.  Your usual
extreme barrens neighborhood, ash everywhere, no life, not even rats.

"Well, I think this is it.  Three blocks west of the address you gave
me, T."  Rumomonger kills the engine and reaches between his legs for
his remote control deck.

A lone ork steps out of the shadows and raps on the passenger side
window.  Marksenspensah rolls down the window.  "Hey, Bone.  Your
people ready?"

"Took ya damn well long 'nuff ta get 'ere.  We're coffin' to death.
Hurry yap."  The ork pushes a gun back into his pocket and turns back
into the shadows.  Swearing and grunting are followed by a long
procession of nearly a hundred orks and trolls, most of the
brandishing primitive weapons and Molotov cocktails, but a few are
carrying assault rifles and SMGs.

"You heard the man.  Let us sally forth."

A new voice from the back grunts "Huh?  Knock it off, Mark.  We're
not impressed."

The view shifts to one of a series of drones moving away from the
van.

+++++ DALMATION #102
The drone buzzes down the street slowly gaining altitude.  It finally
breaks out of the urban canyon of abandon buidings and begins
scanning the horizon.  It's sensors lock onto the tallest building in
the area.  As it zooms into the rooftop, several fingures can be seen.

The first to be distinguished is, of course, a dragon, trussed up
with nets and chains.  One of the chains connects the dragon to a
woman wrapped in white, by a collar around her neck.  A man, also
dressed simply with a white cape blowing behind him, raises his hands
to the sky.  Watching are two inhuman figures, one Brimstone, whose
flames seem to be flickering oddly, and a man dressed in the Eagle
costume of a traditional Aztech warrior.  Several other, more
traditionally dressed warriors, patrol the perimeter of the rooftop,
most of them looking inward more than out.

+++++ CONDOR CALIFORIA
This drone is following Mark, Teutone, GoD and Griffyn into the
building.  Mark and Teutone are both craddling silenced SMGs.  GoD
and Griffyn look to be unarmed, but....

"Gack, I hope this place ain't wired.  We'd be screwed.  Thirty-four
flights of stairs and an Azzie rigger watching us climb every one of
them ain't my cup of tea.  Damn, wish I'da had a chance to check
that out..."  All three mages either grunt or nod.  They're elsewhere,
scanning the astral.

A few flights of stairs later....

GoD blinks and shakes his head.  "So you never told us what the orks
were doing here."

"Ah, they're doing the good old-fashioned Villagers-Storming-the-
Castle-Gates routine.  Worked in Frankenstein, worked in a buncha
Dracula movies, I figured it'd work here."

"So, what are they doing?"

"You know, making noise, burning people in effigy, tossing firebombs
into the building, stuff like that."

"So if the building's on fire, how do we get off?"

"Dunno, haven't gotten to that part in the plan."  Mark reaches up to
the drone and pulls off a headset.  "Hey, R, how's Kor and the orks
holding up?"

+++++ DALMATION #102
"Well, they've gotten the attenion of the Condors up on the roof.
And the building's burning pretty good.  Hope you're right about
where the smoke'll go....  The Condors're hanging over the sides
firing down into them.  Kor's keeping them from getting torn up too
badly."  The view from the drone pretty much backs it up.  A few
Condors are shooting and dropping grenades over the side of the
building onto the orks below.  Most of the bullets and fragments seem
to be getting deflected away.  An Azzie mage is hovering over the
street, trying to drop Kor's defensive spells.

"Hold on, I'll try to break them up."  The drone rolls in towards the
building to start a strafing run.  Tracer pours into the Condors,
scattering them, but not doing too much damage.  Mostly they just
drop back towards Vargas and the dragon, returning fire at the drone.
"Well, that didn't work, now I've got minor damage on one-oh-two, and
the Condors are pissed.  Holy crap, they just hosed off a SAM!  I'll
be back."

+++++ CONDOR CALIFORNIA
Mark shrugs and replaces the handset.  "Says they're doing pretty
good."

+++++ HUNTER
Another drone loiters a more comfortable distance from the rooftop.

Parabolic mikes concentrate on the rooftop.

The priest, apparently Vargas, reaches behind himself for a huge
sword.  He walks towards the woman and slashes her across both
cheeks, bloodying the blade.

"What?!  What's happening?  I thought you loved me?"

Vargas leans forward and puts his hand to her cheek, smearing the
blood.  "Don't you see?  That's the point."

+++++ CONDOR CALIFORNIA
The four finally reach a door to the roof.  Mark leans against the
door.  The mages seem even more agitated.

Teutone is the first to say anything: "Vargas and his ally are too
preoccupied with the ritual to notice us.  Brimstone and the dragon
have, though.  They're doing pretty good at concealing it.  We're
still clear.  There are two Condors across from the door throwing
grenades over the side.  Only one other mage present.  I've got him."

"Okay, Teutone's got the mage, Griff, why not keep an eye open
for anything else, GoD, what do you say we pick up the Condors then
Vargas' ally?"  More nods and grunts.  "Well, no time like the
present."

Mark chops his gun down into the door and rolls onto the rooftop,
spraying towards the Condors.

+++++ HUNTER
A sheet of flame shoots towards the Azzie mage over the street.  It
engulfs him and breaks his concentration just enough that he drops
out of the picture.

Gunfire and combat magic explodes in a flash around the drone.  It
can barely keep up.  After a brief eternity, the fight comes back.

Several Condors lay in maimed and bloody heaps, but then Marksenspensah
isn't looking too good either.  Vargas' ally, the Eagle warrior, his
on him, bashing him repeatedly with an odd looking club.  Mark is
gushing from quite a few ugly wounds and one arm is bent at an odd
angle.

The mages are trying to fend off several spirits the Azzies have
called up as well as covering themselves from fire from the Condors
left standing.

Brimstone is just standing there, watching the spectacle unfold.

Vargas holds the ceremony and adds his firepower to the mix,
concentrating on Teutone.  T's being beat back pretty hard, but he's
almost holding his own.  Brimstone finally acts, acting Vargas from
behind, engulfing him in flames.

The flames roll off of Vargas, who turns, disbelieving to the
skeletal spirit.  Combat magic flies between the two, neither
connecting any damaging shots, but Vargas is beginning to fatigue.

Griffyn manages to get to Ryuga, and begins trying to free him and
the woman.

+++++ DALAMATION #102
The drone is spinning and jerking wildly, cutting in and out of the
builings.  It spirals in a wide right, circling a building and
diving towards the street.  The SAM falters and slams into the street.

+++++ CONDOR CALIFORNIA
The drone lurks in cover, popping up for a rooftop view to see Ryuga
rearing back.  The dragon cautiously moves toward Vargas.  The priest halts
his attacks against Brimstone and turns slowly to the dragon.  "Uh,
can we talk about this?"

"What is there to talk about?  You nearly started a Corp War, you have
murdered innocents, and you misused corporate assets.  To me you are a
criminal, to your masters you are a criminal, to the people of this city
you are a criminal.  Your activities end...today.  When, everything is
said and done, you will face the tender mercies of your masters.  You know
what they are capable of doing to your body and soul."

+++++ HUNTER
The drone begins to close on the building.

In the street below, the orks are retreating, some of them dragging
wounded behind them.  The lower few floor of the building are in
flames, but spirits can be seen holding the smoke into a screen for
the retreating orks.

+++++ CONDOR CALIFORNIA
Vargas has disappeared, under the dragon, maybe?  <shudder>

The three attacking mages are mopping up the last of the Condors,
who've stopped fighting.  Some of them are staggering around, like
men lost.  Others, the more level headed, are strapping themselves
into Aztechnology ultra-lights and are fleeing the site.

Vargas' ally is staring down the dragon, but doesn't appear to want to
fight and fades away to enjoy his new freedom.

Brimstone can be seen crouching over the lifeless form of
Marksenspensah, saying something to him.  For whatever mystical
reasons, the drone can't hear him.  Brimstone picks Mark up,
cradling him in his arms.  The spirit's motorcycle materializes
beneath him, with Mark across the handlebars.

The spirit turns to wave to Teutone before disappearing in a storm
of fire, taking Mark with.

+++++ HUNTER
Vargas' ally appear on the street, alone.  He leans into the
building, actually shaking it.  The four people left on the rooftop
climb onto Ryuga, who lifts off into the night sky as the building
begins to collapse.

+++++ END VIDEO

Kor says the Condor's must've been under a mind control spell, and
when the dragon swatted Vargas it was broken.

Weird drek.  I'll never understand it.

So here's the story:

Years ago Mark, Vargas and 'Becca / M. Executor all worked for
Aztechnology.  The vicious little jealousy / love triangle got goin'
and, well, Vargas snapped.

Or at least that's the way Mark explained it to me before we left.

Wonder what the frag happened to him?]<<<<<
         -- Rumormonger (Always / Tuned-In)

*****PRIVATE: Jinx
>>>>>[DC42 you are instructed to make contact with
DCDen ASAP. Your basket MUST be delivered.]<<<<<

                --BBWolf <13:30:00 - 07-14-56>


*****PRIVATE: BBWolf
>>>>>[I'll be at *address* tonight at 20:30:00.
Tell Grandma to meet me there on time or I
scatter.  I think I've got breadcrumbs too,
so bring the Woodsman.]<<<<<
                -- Jinx <16:10:21 - 07-14-56>

>>>>>[Heck, I can even make the famous "Red Tornado" which can only be made
from a specially made, fortified liqour that comes only from certain parts of
the Caribian League.  You can get the ingredients in New Orleans or Houston
if you know where to look, or in the right places in the Carribian League.
 However, it would be a real treat in Seatle as it would be one of the few
restaurants to provide it, being on the other side of the continent and all.
 The only problem would be getting ahold of the ingredients.  That would make
for an interesting run, huh!]<<<<<
	-- Shade (24:57:09 / 07-15-56)

PRIVATE: Kor
****************
>>>>>[I could be kept on retainer if you need a spirit summoned or a critter
identified.  It is always useful to know your opponent, and then its
weaknesses.  I have even had experience examining a UB worker ant in my lab.
 They are most interesting, but die much too easily.]<<<<<
	-- Shade (1:17:07 / 07-15-56)

*****PRIVATE: BBWolf
>>>>>[Grandma didn't show. I had to bug.  This basket
is hotter than you told me, I want extra for this one.
I'll be at *address of Freddy Frypps Bar* tonight.
Have Grandma meet me there.]<<<<<
	-- Jinx <02:17:27 / 07-15-56>

*****PRIVATE: Jinx
>>>>>[DC42, i have bad news. Grandma is dead. Contact
is now undetermined. Do NOT drop the basket. =Y=20,000
has been transfered to help with extra costs of this
asignment.  Keep the Basket safe.  We are contacting
MotherGoose for New Grandma.  Lay low, and be carfull.]<<<<<
	-- BBBlackSheep <02:22:01 / 07-15-56>

*****PRIVATE: BBBLackSheep
>>>>>[BlackSheep, wheres Wolf? and What happened to Grandma?
What the hell am I carying?]<<<<<
	-- Jinx <02:29:42 / 07-15-56>

*****PRIVATE: Jinx
>>>>>[Wolf is does get to sleep some times. Why don't you
try it.  What happened to Grandma and what you are carrying
are not important. Just do your job, and your job is
No Questions Asked Delivery.]<<<<<
	-- BBBlackSheep <02:32:01 / 07-15-56>

*****Private:  Christopher Tarleton
>>>>>[I'll work on getting that in for you]<<<<<
        --  Tim Gartin <18:03:46/-7-15-56>
            Security Supervisor
            Red Lime, Inc.

>>>>>[ Well, I have finally have found the time to post here again.  Seems
I need to ask a favor of you all out there.  Has anyone seen DragonEyes
recently?  It appears I am in need of his services for a friend. ]<<<<<
        -- Scourge <20:20:05/7-17-56>

>>>>>[ Hey Scourge!  I heard there was a sighting of Doomsday and Shadowfox
in Seattle.  Seems they went to hear an old friend of theirs play at a
club.  Any clue as to why they picked Seattle to turn up at? ]<<<<<
        -- Ratspeak <20:22:50/7-17-56>

>>>>>[ Yes and no.  I have a video of something they stumbled upon, yet I
don't really have any explanations.  If it wasn't for the video, I doubt I
would have had any contact at all with them.  Shadowfox used the video as a
trade for me setting a meet up for him.  Strange.  Normally he does that
sort of thing himself.  He looked real tired over the vid-phone.  While the
video does answer some questions, it has successfully managed to raise some
more for me.  I would post the video tonight, but I want to run some
analysis on it first.  Hopefully, I shall be able to air it tomorrow night.
Until then. ]<<<<<
        -- Scourge <20:26:50/7-17-56>

>>>>>[ I haven't heard of Dragoneyes anywhere recently, not since you folks
partied in Japan.  As things go, I've just been relaxing and watching in the
background.  Nothing much has really caught my interest recently.  If it wasn't
for all the 'For-The-Hell-Of-It' decking, I would say I was rather bored.

Anyone need a rather bored decker for some low profile, low retribution legwork?

Sigh, its been a while since I had any friends get into a crisis either.  Things
are slowing down way too much.]<<<<<
        -- Spirit <Of the Matrix>

>>>>>[ So what do ya call the small hell we raised last week?]<<<<<
        -- Circuit breaker <Southern Belle>

>>>>>[ I know, we do stuff, even if partially retired, but it would be nice to
have interesting stories to tell.   Oh well, you can't have secrets and tell
them too.

So, who do you folks think will win the game today, I personally think Seattle
will have a tough time against Portland.]<<<<<
        -- Spirit <Of the Matrix>

>>>>>[I concur, Portland is going to wipe the asphalt with the
T-Wolves' noses. Anyone care to make a bet on it? ]<<<<<
        --Moonwalker (00:51:08/07-17-56)

>>>>>[Hey, where'd my T/D hack go? oh, here we are. Sorry about that]<<<<<
        --Moonwalker (E/O)

>>>>>[  +++++ start transmission.

You hear a deep voice say, "I dink you will like dis place.
Dey ain't family, but dey know what it is ta try start a
new."

The response, you note is a higher-pitched voice and a lot
softer spoken than the first speaker, "Excuse me if I'm not
just thrilled with the thought of not seeing sunlight for a
while."

The deeper voice laughs, "Oh ya will.  In time."

The other voice speaks filled briefly with pain, "Time.  It
always comes to that."  There is a pause and then sad sigh
uttered.
 ---
"I don't like dis.  No guards.  Somethin' wrong."

"Typical.  Remember your vacation?  Last time I was around
and you took a vacation, we both ended up in more drek than
we wanted.  Learned a lot about Ganz though.  Let's do a
sweep.  Maybe we can find the guards."

"Ya take lead.  Ya `re better at it."

"Right..  Leave  the major burdens here.  We'll just have to
try and come back for them."

A deep sigh emits.  "Damn it!  I'm getting a really bad
feeling about dis!"

The softer voice replies, "Keep your cool.  Be like ice."
---
A large troll emerges from the tunnel.  He is running full-
tilt in full panic.  There is a human skillfully trailing
him.  It looks like the human (an Indian) is doing his best
to cover the panic-filled troll, while watching his
surroundings.  You think you hear him mutter, "So much for
ice, eh?"

The surroundings.  Most curious, it seems to be almost an
underground haven.    The troll seems to be racing through a
shopping area.  The only lights seem to coming from gas-
filled lamps.  As the troll runs around a corner he skids to
a stop and screams,  "NNNNNNNOOOOOOO!!!"  The human hearing
the scream stops looking around at the scenery and runs up to
the troll.  He utters a  soft, "Jesus.  Even the fragging
dwarves were better off  than this. "

The troll in obvious pain from whatever lies before them,
says, "At least dey . . . dey . . ."

The human puts a hand on the trolls back and says, "Doomsday
. . .  hang in there.  I know.  It's horrible.  I  . . ."  He
trails off.

The troll, Doomsday you guess, says in an obvious attempt to
control himself, "What now?"

The human sighs, and says, "Choices.  Options: 1) Clean up
this.  2) Look for survivors.  3)  See if the people who
caused this are still around.."  Looking at the ground ahead
of him he snarls, and says, "This was done a while ago, I
think.  Let's see  if  we can find there are any clues as to
what happened."

Doomsday nods.  "Maybe we should get our stuff first.  We are
going to be doing this for a while."

The human sighs, "You are right on that one my friend.  So
right....."
---
The courtyard, (for lack of a better word to call it) is a
scene of pure devastation.    It  looks like someone (or
ones) hoarded together a bunch of orks and trolls.    It also
looks like they were just mercilessly gunned down where they
stood.  Children, elderly, it didn't seem to make any
difference.  At the center of the massacre is the remains of
a once-stunningly beautiful ork.  She was literally crucified
in front of everyone else on a raised platform.  Her clothes
are in a state that makes you wonder if she what she went
through before she was stuck up there by knives that have
crosses as hilts.  You shudder as you start to consider what
happened here.]<<<<<
     	-- Scourge <19:00:00/7-19-56>

>>>>>[ I cannot offer money for this one, but any one
interested in checking out what happened there?  I would if
it wasn't for the amount of work that I have been buried
under. ]<<<<<
     	-- Scourge <19:00:05/7-19-56>

>>>>>[ I would, but I am not exactly in a convenient place to
work on this one.  I will willingly help whoever wants to
look in this.

As far as DragonEyes goes, it appears he has pulled a
complete fade.  It is currently easier to find someone
like Nightmare than DE. ]<<<<<
     	-- Ratspeak <19:08:47/7-19-56>

>>>>>[  I'll pay for information like a current location on
Nightmare. ]<<<<<
     	-- a Collector <19:09:01/7-19-56>

>>>>>[ I -- I won't do that.  Not on him.  Living is a nice
state to be in. ]<<<<<
     	-- Ratspeak <19:09:30/7-19-56>

>>>>>[ Perhaps.  But as you have shown in the past, all men
have their price. ]<<<<<
     	-- a Collector <19:10:00/7-19-56>

>>>>>[ Who are you? ]<<<<<
     	-- Ratspeak <19:10:05/7-19-56>

>>>>>[ Your nightmare . . . . ]<<<<<<
     	-- a Collector <19:10:14/7-19-56>

>>>>>[ Fragging cute, you bloody drek-head. ]<<<<<
     	-- Ratspeak <19:10:22/7-19-56>

***** Private: Scourge
>>>>>[ A Collector was the handle that hired me and some
others to steal Powerhouse's sword a while
back.   Perhaps you should warn Ratspeak? ]<<<<<
     	-- Nightingale <19:10:43/7-19-56>

***** Private: Nightingale
>>>>>[ Perhaps. ]<<<<<
     	-- Scourge <19:10:54/7-19-56>

***** Private: Spirit
>>>>>[ If you are feeling truly bored, you could dig around and see why
Scourge suddenly wants to find DragonEyes for a friend, instead of just
trying to help him out of whatever was chasing him a while back.  I would
be very curious to know.  Hell, I probably can even find you some money if
it is truly good dirt. ]<<<<<
        -- Ratspeak <19:26:15/7-19-56>

***** Private: Sprinkler
>>>>>[ I remember hearing that you are over in Europe.  I was wondering if
you could do me a favor.  It appears that there is a certain persona that I
need to find.  He apparently lurks over in your woods and not mine.  If you
are willing to help me out, it can be financially rewarding. ]<<<<<
        -- Ratspeak <19:28:26/7-19-56>

>>>>>[ Sorry.  Guy sounds like a dead widget to me.  Go bother someone else
with your sob story. ]<<<<<
        -- Sprinkler <19:29:31/7-19-56>

***** Private: Scourge
>>>>>[ Care to explain why Ratspeak wants me to do some digging for him? ]<<<<<
        -- Sprinkler <19:30:12/7-19-56>

***** Private: Sprinkler
>>>>>[ Either he is spreading himself to thin, or he is afraid this a
Collector may be too much for him.  His traced failed after bouncing
through a ltgs.

Hmm.  Got a job for you, dig up the info, and pass it along to me.  Give
him some false drek that looks good and let him chase up the wrong tree.
If the 'a Collector' is a true threat, I will pass it on to him.  Name your
price. ]<<<<<
        -- Scourge <19:33:27/7-19-56>

***** Private: Ratspeak
>>>>>[ Oh what the frag?  I love chasing dead widgets.  My price is
>>encrypted<<.  Deal? ]<<<<<
        -- Sprinkler <19:34:33/7-19-56>

***** Private: Scourge
>>>>>[ Sounds like my kind of scam.  Care to tell me why?  If memory serves
correct he saved your bacon a while back.  My price is >>encrypted<< plus
the answer of my question. ]<<<<<
        -- Sprinkler <19:35:39/7-19-56>

***** Private: Sprinkler
>>>>>[ You have yourself a deal.  But you only get paid for results.  If I
beat you to the punch, you don't get anything, chummer. ]<<<<<
        -- Ratspeak <19:36:33/7-19-56>

***** Private: Sprinkler
>>>>>[ Let me say that it is time to repay Ratspeak for a service rendered
to my bosses.  Happened about a month and a half ago.  Since he is a
friend, I don't want to kill him, just merely inconvenience him for a
while.  Which of course means, you have to also keep him from getting the
true dirt as well.  Your price is agreed to. ]<<<<<
        -- Scourge <19:36:43/7-19-56>

***** Not To: Scourge, Ratspeak, a Collector, Kor
>>>>>[ Someone know either Scourge or Ratspeak well enough to give me a
good solid analysis of everything there is to know about them?  I'm curious
as to what sort of games they are playing right about now.  Let's just say
I'm guarding my back from being fried.  My best guess is history and maybe
a prediction of how they would act in various circumstances would be of
vast aid in this endeavor. Willing to pay good nuYen for paydirt.]<<<<<
        -- Sprinkler <19:41:30/7-19-56>

>>>>>[Scourge, I don't usually do charity work...but this piques my
interest.

Fragging cruel slots.]<<<<<
        --  Christopher Tarleton <Dark/Angel>

>>>>>[ Scourge, I'm game for that little excursion.  I don't like it when
fraggers start killing off my people by the dozen.  Sick slots.  Whoever
is interested in going after these fraggers, let me know.  ]<<<<<
        -- Tiny < 15:04:20/7-20-56 >

***** PRIVATE: Spirit
>>>>>[I don't suppose your borded enough to be willing to "liberate" a few
hundred K from Aztech, hmmm?]<<<<<
        -- Irish <13:22:21/20-JUL-56>