| From: | Red Lion <IP05940@********.BITNET> |
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| Subject: | Shadowfluff, Rated R (Violence and Sexual Situations) Disclamer |
| Date: | Wed, 30 Jun 1993 09:53:39 EDT |
Subject: Shadowfluff, the rating is R. (Violence, Sexual Situations)
Message-Id: <IP05940.930629105744@********.maine.EDU>
From: IP05940@********
To: shadowrun@*****.nic.surfnet.nl
Date: Tue, 29 Jun 93 10:57:44 EDT
"Drek." Ken paused for a minute. That sano smell of disenfectant and
filtered air made his nose dry.
"Drek. Drek. Drek. Drek. Drek." He looked at the clock. 1 am. His
sycadelicolor synth-leather looked real out of place in the waiting
waiting room of the downtown hospital. A geezer opened the door and kind
of hobbled in with the help of a cane. He looked at him, the geez smiled.
Ken waited. And waited. And Waited. 1:30 am.
"Drek, this is Na-cool." He said under his breath. Ken rose and the
clomp of his boot cracked the silence of the waiting room. When he
reached the open door a beautiful elven nurse step into it and bumped
Ken. His muscles tensed and his hands shot up and grabbed the woman by
the shoulders before even he could blink.
"Wizzer! Here you are, boy have I missed you!" The intoxicating woman
clasped onto Kens waist and put her lush pink lips over his. Ken could
flow with this action any day but today, it was just to wierd. But as
there toungs touched Ken felt three small objects being pushed into his
mouth from hers. She pushed away from him.
"I'll be out in five o.k. lover." He looked into her crystal eyes and
and saw a cold expression. Her eyes gestured tword the door and she
quickly walked away. That was his contact, he had the chips, now for the
delivery.
The transparent reflection in the door way across the hall tipped Ken
off just in time. He quickly ducked and snapped a back kick to the old
mans knee. Krack! The cap snapped and the man hit the floor. He let the
wires take over as he flashed the cane out of the changed mans hands
and drove the shocking diode end into his expose throat. Shrazzzt! The
stun tazer went off lifting the body off the ground. Before it settled
with a thump Ken was away from the body and the cane.
'The wiz almost got me but hard.' he thought. Ken quickly walked out
the side door and jumped off the walkway into the first level of the
parking garage. He walked around the corner and through the security
check point.
'Dreckin' wanna' bees'', he thought again as he watched there all to
cheerie faces in there bright white and blue uniforms. Ken straddled
his clean viking and pressed the starter. A loud low growl rolled out
of the tail pipes and he gave it some throtle to roll the machine up to
the red and green striped aluminum gate. Ken slipped the wannbees some
creds and waited for the gate to open. Both guards smiles turned to
something else as they ducked behind the control console. Ken gunned it
and popped a wheele snapping the bar in half. Along with the mark of his
tire a hail of small arms fire was left behind breaking the plexi and
console of the security station. Three whining engins of Rapiers spat
their answer to the roar of the viking. The chase was on.
Tell me what you think. Critique. Critique. Critique. Please.
Red Lion.
