| From: | I B A <P.C.Steele@*********.AC.UK> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | A Carribean run... |
| Date: | Tue, 12 Oct 1993 14:05:07 BST |
enjoy
a good night out on the piss, trouble is I'm in the Carribean right at the
moment. Drek knows where, oh frag, lemme try and explain...
I'd been scouring the net for PH's messages for sometime now and come up with
nothing, as far as we know he'd completely disappeared off the face of the
earth. Then last Friday something came up on the list ... You might have seen
it
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I know Nightwolf did, well I start to trace this message and find out that it's
come from a sattelite currently positioned over the Carib. So ah fragging
let Punisher know like, what's happening, he contacts Speed and tries to find
Spice. Spice is all tied up in this Miranda job and we could't find hair nor
hide of him. So late last Friday Speed powers up that boatplane thing of his
the one with the tilt rotors on. We figured it was going to be better to have
our own transport, speically something that can get to all those lil islands.
Aww frag, I'm gonna have to hurry Punisher just signalled to me that it's time
to move.
After a 5 hour flight, flying low to dodge radar we make it there. Speed
reckons that there's some sort 'o world wide network of freetraders, well we
use one of their stop off points, refuel and try and get some info. Frag all,
we go into the local town, frag all, I try decking locally, drek all. So we
have to wait till morning.
Morning comes, we get the boat to Jamaica, so ok we don't fit in but a credstick
seems to hold an international understanding. After some local jokers thought
we were tourists and decided to try and relieve us of cash people started to
listen to us. Seems they respect it round here when you show that you're no
mean mother yerself.
Ok so we get a lead after some digging, guess what, we're not the only ones
looking for PH, sound familiar ? It must, I always seem to be a lookin for
people that someone else is looking for. Next day we get a positive lead,
a guide takes us to a small island out in the Carib. We check it out, Punisher
see's some signs, or so he says, I couldna see drek all, well hell nobody told
me how good the rum was darn here, and aww drek ya have to try and fit in.
Aww right I'm really gonna have to hurry naw, Puisher's getting real impatient
and ya don't wanna see him mad.
Well this island was dead, so we extract a little info from our guide, seems
the drekker was paid to keep us busy. We get some more info from him then
let the sharks eat the rest of him. Quick visit to Cuba this time, Havanna
in fact, seems a drek big troll runs Havanna's underworld, fortunately we don't
have to see him but his croonies. We get the info from them, seems PH has
already had a visit, their boss Jules, I think was his name, sold out to MCT
for a drek load of cash and they had a boat sail in the other night with some
of their top hit men. It also seems they got PH's location, well we gave this
Jule's guy something to think about. I quite like forcefeeding someone C12
with a radio detonator, I heard it made a nice little mess over the big man's
front porch.
We're on our way now to PH's last known location, it doesn't look too good
for him, these MCT guys seemingly got here last Sunday. It's Tuesday now,
drek knows what we're gonna find... Wish us luck, especially Powerhouse
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-I.B.A. (**:**:**/**.**.**)
