From: | Paul J. Adam ShadowTK@********.demon.co.uk |
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Subject: | Back in Business |
Date: | Sat, 2 Dec 2000 00:23:48 +0000 |
>>>>>[+++++incoming telecoms call detected
+++++routing: BGen C Ernang
+++++trace attempted
+++++trace successful
+++++accepting call
+++++begin transcript
E: BGen C Ernang
L: Col J R W Lynch
E: You rang, Jason?
L: A little local trouble, Chuck?
E: Your pet Mafiosa hired herself some Elf-nazis. They somehow turned
into Wildcats. Fancy that.
L: Still riding a marked limo, General? Or did you decide you needed
something less... conspicuous?
E: How would you know? You're in Cambodia.
L: Actually, I'm closer than that. Listen.
E: <clang in background> JESUS CHRIST!
L: Guess again.
E: What...
L: Just most of a can of Jolt Cola. There's a security clampdown, didn't
you hear? No grenades in or near DC. Almost a pity.
E: You're...
L: In Freedom Park, yep.
E: So you don't have the balls to kill me.
L: No, I just don't have the political muscle to get away with offing
you at home yet. Give me two or three weeks and I'll walk into your
fucking office, slap on the cuffs, and-
E: You won't get that much time.
L: Want to bet? You assume your ritual is going to work. It won't.
E: Why not?
L: You don't understand what you're dealing with. You're thinking you
can control what you're unleashing. You're wrong.
E: Scare stories.
L: I _know_ I'm betting my life on you being wrong. What do you have
staked on being right?
E: You really think you can carry this through?
L: Chuck, look out of your right window. See that? That's the Marine
Corps Memorial. What's our motto? Semper Fidelis. Always Faithful.
E: How romantic.
L: How true.
E: You're an annoying little mayfly, Colonel, but you can't do more than
irritate.
L: <mock-Southern accent> I guess we'll see what we're gonna see, right,
General? Have fun meeting the Oversight Committee.
+++++end call
Sorry, sir... the trace was rock-solid to the outskirts of Phnom Penh.
In fact, we've got a precise grid...
Frag. Drek. Damn!
Sir, he spoofed us. Somehow he ran his signal out of the Maxim Arms
compound.
You don't think Maxim could be... no, not after the way he messed with
them.
We scrambled a response team to Freedom Park... and found a six-pack of
Jolt with one can missing, and a few Marlboro butts. Nothing else.
Local police were less than helpful. They claimed our troops didn't have
jurisdiction outside the exact bounds of the District of Columbia and
that Rosslyn, being Virginia, was outside our bailiwick. Since we
outgunned them we were able to persuade them to overlook the issue, but
their co-operation leaves a lot to be desired.
This could be a problem, sir.]<<<<<
-- Captain L S Pettie <00:23:21/12-02-61>