| From: | Ein_Schuss jhary-a-conel@***.de |
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| Subject: | This is not the way... |
| Date: | Tue, 17 Aug 1999 05:05:12 +0200 |
>>>>>[ Damn...
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"Look, these are the specs of that limo he has," the short man in
jeans and t-shirt points at a computer screen, "and if we now
consider the vidos you made, and this speed," he points at another
screen, where a luxerious car driving down a highway is overlayed
with alphanumeric signs and formulars, fast scrolling, "we can
about assume what goodies Mr Descabiere has in his baby." The
man wipes his hand absent-minded on his already oil stained
clothes hile he moves to a third screen, where a wireframe model of
the same car slowly rotates.
"Of course we can't be one hundred percent sure 'bout the exact
stuff, but seeing what he *can* get and probably *can't* get, I think
I can wager a good guess. And that leads us ... here."
Finally, he stops at a perfectly normal looking car door, aside from
the fact it is attached to a wall instead of a car.
"Oh, man, Waltz, whad whud A do w'thout ya? 'kay, looks easy
'nuff, let's give it a try..." Ein_Schuss stops when the balding man
starts chuckeling and responds "We'll see, friend, we'll see.. you
didn't stay up with SOTA, friend... "
They walk away from the car door, until they reach a hunting rifle
on a stand. Next to it, several bullets are lined on a small table.
The gloved hand of Ein_Schuss takes one, and feeds it in the rifle.
"Which une is dis?" "Give it a try, and guess later. You'll be
surprised, I guess."
The dwarf grunts in response, and fires the rifle. There's a loud
metallic sound, and the dwarf moves over to the car door. It is
dented, but unbroken. "Whadz dis? 50%???" the assassin sounds
shocked. "No, full charge," the mechanic, who's reloading the rifle
answers as Ein_Schuss returns. "Are ye *sure*?" the dwarf insists,
while the rifle is aimed some centimeters higher. "Yup, they're all
original Ares brand. Have a look at this..." This time, Waltz fires
the rifle, at the door's window. On impact, hundreds of cracks
opaque the glass, but nearly instantly, the crumbling glass is
replaced by a metal shield that shoots up from the door's body.
"Oh my... das kann nicht wahr sein..." This time, the man laughs
out loudly in response, and both advance to the wall to inspect it
for penetration. "You better believe this to be true, Marcus, and
have a look: This will probably not hurt anyone after impact... and
the plate will stop a bullet with more then 80% probably."
"Shit. Waltz... no good news, but thanks, A owe ye!"
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There has to be another way... ]<<<<<
-- Ein_Schuss <05:04:09/08-17-60>
